By Elaine Verdill

 

 

Not quite Pompeii or Vesuvius erupting

but the smoke pours across the valley with the same

dense intensity, all green to gray

and the sunlight disappears

 

It’s not Mt. St. Helens again,

no ash on the ground, but motes in the air;

people continue their daily routines, slowly,

as transients show their daily signs:

dancing cigarettes, long ash and burning,

the major forest fire outside of town not their concern

 

 

Elaine again 2014

Elaine Verdill

Elaine Verdill’s poetry can be found in American Chordata, Claudius Speaks, Colorado Life Magazine, and other such publications.

 

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