Fire

when
the smoke cleared
the stone seemed to
strike out on its own

miles beyond
the three roofs
collapsing upon themselves

and the sea air
blew in
salty like tears

–Washington, NC, April 2014

Thinking about a visit to a disaster-stricken community, impacted by both tornados and a church fire.  This is just a poetic rendering of my impressions of the fire damage

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