Bushfire.

July 03, 2014  /  Paul Joyce

Smoke towering
A bushfire smudge
Heading up and roofing the city
Amber burn strata
A thousand eucalypt infernos
Seared to be reborn
A char fertility.
I stood mountaintop
A panorama of streets
Skeletal and possible
To a coast, to a valley
To a city, to a country
Only one a toll.