after the last
land-sweeping fire
little was left
there were car hulls
and bikes and parts...
before the sun crawled
lowly
I had fashioned a bike,
a 12v generator a tree,
wire and some bulbs
now we herd goats
and spend our evenings
by The Light of the
Palm Tree Shadows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......beautiful title....so sad though when fire is uncontrollable ★