California 

The smell of ash 

And the clouds of smoke

Remind me of the burnt hills.

They take me home.

I remember 

Watching the flames slowly cross 

The dry mountains. 

Ash swirling above my head

Landing in my hair,

Snowflakes.

Wildfires don’t look so 

Wild from afar. 

The flames seem to wink,

They thrive in the wind. 

What destroys to some, 

Is to others, 

A friend. 

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