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


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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