in the pause
between
motorcycle gears
this tiny thought
j rap
oligarchs
burn tropical jungles—
there will be smoke
from ashes
oil palm plantations—
there will be fat
where orangutans
and gibbons live—
there
will be none
James Penha
waking to the light
through the crack under the door—
you
are here
Jennifer Gurney
wood stove smoke
rises from the hollars
mountain
man morn
JL Huffman
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last bright ember
buried in charcoal clouds
winter
solstice
JL Huffman
thin clouds race in front
of the year’s final full moon
fast
rabbit dashes
J. D. Nelson