Thursday, August 31, 2023

california by keith pearson

was god that let loose the lightning that sparked the fires that burned the trees.
 
we had no animals to set loose but were worried about the birds.
 
on tuesday we stood on the beach our backs to the sea watching everything we knew 
burn to smoke and cinder.
 
the waves at our naked feet pulled us in our thoughts on gods irony 
as the tide pulled us down drowning
 
the fire passing over our bewildered hands.





keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.
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