Homeward

Charred bone and ashes

Ride buckled in the back seat

Bumpy road back home

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Bliss

Morning charcoal wakes them with her silent fury.

Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs.

Ceiling fan quiet still its dusty blades stalled up there.

Nature gentle whispers tender soothe the aged oak.

Rolling doors bang, slam and howl down at the tracks.

Them on motored rubber dare the signal cries out red.

Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.

Angel five on her birthday skips merry off to school.

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