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After the Fire

After the Fire

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We had forgotten

the sound of thunder,

the feel of cold rain.

Our landscape—

scorched by sun’s

constant heat,

birthed wild fires.

Now, we sit

in ashes.

Vultures,

with singed wings,

circle overhead.

After so much loss

we refuse to be carrion,

We stand—

We walk—

toward a future

that only our hope

can reveal.