poetry

scattered

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

20 Sep 2020 — 1 min read

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One of my Facebook friends here in Guilford posted this picture of the sunset blurred by the ash of the fires on the other side of the country.

scattered

the east coast sunset looks like the west african haze of the harmattan but our sun is not muted by the desert dust but by the ashes of trees and homes the remnants of incinerated lives carried cross country ashes of remembrance scattered shadows of solidarity that say we are connected by wind and land by fire and death by loss and life tell me why then is it that I am caught by surprise

Peace, Milton

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