Three poems on relics.

1) Matchsticks sit silent.
Old smoldering memories
after the great fire.

2) The wind
carries relics of
smoke and ash.

3) Stillness
left empty
husks.

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Image from Matt Relkin’s blog “Thanks for Nothing” taken at Elk Mountain after the Whoopup Fire that hit the Black Hills along the border of SD/Wyo.

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