Fire is a pack of red dogs
racing through dry grass. Spark-yellow eyes
and snarling breath. Their tails wave
black against the sky.
Fire is a red dog pack
tearing through underbrush, chewing at trees.
The red dogs swallow forests,
spit ash and splinters.
Fire is the midnight howl
that wakes you from dreaming about rain,
that’s not a train and not coyotes.
Red dogs on the hunt.
Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside
No comments:
Post a Comment