Later than bedtime, we stand in the unpaved road looking up. Neighbors not sure what to believe as we search fixed constellations for
Tamarack Fire, 2021 O ashfall, o char-choke o incineration-stink O gust-blown, o tempest-spread spotfire spotfire spotfire O silverblue
Come upon a meeting of children under the bright hood of raining ash and they are all white. Two redheads, two blondes, and finally,