Cinders....

Cinders in my eye, looking at the sky, a tear running dry Cinders on the road, they dump another load, to help me in the snow Cinders on the ground, lying all around, high desert Oregon-bound Cinders in my nose, abrading all my clothes, the color of brick and rose Cinders in the air, suddenly aware, forest fire over there Embers whisper ash, in the aftermath..... .....and dream....... .....in slumber..... .....of Cinders....