Fire Moon: Waiting for the Tide

listening to the radio, a mother telling of her son, calling the sun a fire moon. she speaks of driving through the burned city, where there were glowing trees that were coals themselves, still standing.

our home is listed among havens for the homeless, and now we await the slowly gathering tide of people. many thoughts, but not yet ready for poetry.

this is spring in alberta this year.

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