In the time of rain and dust

This is the place to be
or so say those nerdy
folks who watch
the sun, dig at tree
roots, study the fish,
this land where the
people change from
Bedouins to skippers
in days, years,
minutes – in the land
where snow disappears
into hoax like it never
was

This is where wildfires
devour fewer homes
heat domes don’t settle
wires do not melt
where lungs, livers and
hearts stand a chance
of surviving the fire
that consumes the organs
of anything mammal
bird or toad
this is the place to be
alas

2021

Published by Anne Birkam

I am a former librarian who has been writing poetry most of her life.

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