Slowly,
Piece by piece.
Fighting for what pieces we can save,
From the coming flames.
When our pattern recognition –
Is screaming at us:
“Something is wrong.
Look again. Check again.”
Wildfire Ash,
White flakes of toxic snow,
Settling on arms.
Drifts upon the winds –
Hazes in front of headlights.
White Flakes Of Toxic Snow.
