Ashes, ashes everywhere
and not a breath of fresh air.
The sun is so hot
I often wonder what
is happening out there.

There is no wind to blow,
no where for the ashes to go.
The sun remains a furnace
with absolutely no release
from the heat, though

at some point it will cease,
offering much needed relief.
The fires of the South burn higher
leaving the air on fire.
Ashes everywhere, no peace.

08/13/2006

Posted on 10/14/2011
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