From the canyon, from the overlook
I see the horizon alight, glowing like embers along the mountain ridges
Billowing plumes, melding into stars, moonlight
Below, the American River is choked by smoke
I walk to the bus, my eyes stinging
Ash falls from the sky like gentle snow
The sun, a faint neon glow
Above, the sky is choked by smoke
San Francisco was never, I remember, this close
But rather than a city filled by life
This city is burning
This expanse of trees, trails, and forests
The mountains, always snow-capped in the distance beyond stretches of pine
Just across the Divide - untouchable places, lifelong homes
This expanse of the world is dying, choked by smoke
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Letters For Someone, Someday
PoetryPoems and short stories/The manic ramblings of a middle schooler (except the last chapter I'm not in middle school anymore) Tws: references to suicide, death, drugs, abuse, I don't know u can handle it
