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The sun is crimson
A shade for hours later,
Not for four o’clock.

The sky is yellow,
Not a clear day’s blue and white
Or rainy day’s gray.

Ashes fall from the air.
A fire miles away
Threw them to the sky.

Like flakes of snow they
Cover everything, but they
Do not melt like snow.

Instead they sting eyes,
Stick to the cars and houses
And collect in pits.

California on
October twenty-fifth,
Two thousand and three.

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brentdax
Oct. 25th, 2003 09:59 pm (UTC)
Forgot this bit (before the ashes):

The radio says
It's ninety degrees today
But I shiver still.

The dust absorbs heat
Like a nuclear winter
So it's seventy.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 25th, 2003 11:40 pm (UTC)
Ais here
I think that's the most apt description of the weather today I've seen/heard so far. It's certainly been an odd day and you captured that well. I just hope they get those wildfires under control soon.
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