A Poem For SoCaL
The sky is furious.
A canvas slashed with billows of color.
Blacks and purples
reds and blues - so curious.
Underneath, the mortals weep.
Children scramble from their beds.
Bodies Tremble. Souls cry out.
People bow their heads.
Embers dance and flit
from tree to tree again.
Another majestic giant falls,
succumbing to the strangest din.
Animals in fear take flight.
Hopes and dreams are charred.
As the futile curtain of water falls,
the beauty of nature is marred.
Girders and beams, bricks and stone
huddle in piles of smoking trash.
Memories gone up in smoke,
everything becoming ash.
Morning will come.
Homes will rise from soot and flame.
Buds of green will appear in Spring
But nothing will ever be the same.
2007-10-27
01:13:47
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