Smolder

*Laura Spring* Distant Fires

A
Smudge
Of
Overcast
From
Distant
Fires
Mars
The
View.
In
The
Gila,
Two
Burn
As
Morning
Winds
Turn
To
Sweep
Up
The
Smoke
Like
Blackened,
Billowing,
Snow,
To
Blow
Anywhere
It
Will
Go.
It
Draws
A
Curtain,
Dim
But
Certain
As
A
Veil,
Then
Scatters
Far
Away,
To
Cloud
Somebody
Else’s
Day.