telling my lover not to evacuate the fire i am fighting
a burn scar
a whole lot of river
there is a freeway of wind
blowing the other direction
my god between you
and the flames
i think you will be okay
i cannot promise anything
but i feel safest about
the memory of last year’s fires
already burning the acres around you
the cuts and bruises
of this earth
have not blossomed yet
but i will wait
it looks like
hell i should be worried
Source: Poetry (January/February 2026)