Posted on September 8, 2017
by Elan Mudrow
Haze is in our voice, Wraps the air in orange Our mouths taste of ash From heat and dryness Encircling our throats We speak through filters We become speechless Our voice is smoke As the sun turns colors A Pumpkin glow, fluttering Our…
Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Communication, Eagle Creek Fire, Forest Fire, Language, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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