This is a poem that catches your breath in the final strophe.
It must be quite awful Ryfkah........ and I am ashamed to say I am still
chuckling at the dog called Phoenix behaving as he did. Lovely paradox. Nice
work Regards Arthur
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From: "Ryfkah *" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, July 20, 2002 7:32 PM
Subject: New poem: Ashes to Ashes
> Ashes to Ashes
>
> Ashes slough off as water drips from nozzle
> Fire devours hill after hill Panicked horses shriek
> Coyotes wail in the moonless night
> Sparks spew on rooftop Garden hose plays god
>
> Our dog Phoenix ran when the sky moltened
> He hightailed through the cypress grove
> down the canyon away from the blaze
> A cougar's ruby eyes flicker in the dust
>
> The Magic Flute sings in the living room
> Bird people float through smoky yellow
> Bull horn announcements repeat
> Evacuate Evacuate Evacuate Now
>
> Grandpa Leibowitz built this house himself
> his family perished in holocaust flames
> so we take these trickling hoses
> sprinkle our home for redemption
>
> Ryfkah 7/20/02
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