Torch Lake Iv - Deceitful Sunrise

The cabin is a lumber store of snores Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores I’m the only one up this early Alert to the prophecies With checklists of nails and hammers in hand The uncontained forest fires north of Superior Have painted the blue skies over Torch Lake Opaque with smoke Twine in the pine trees buckling with birds The sun does not rise But burns like a candle Hazy and orange sweeping the hills Lighting and fanning the kindling Of our curtains and walls lampshades and sofas Our jack-o-lantern cabin Set aglow Burning down from the inside out Its scowling face spitting flames To the Azaleas wheat fields and faces of deer Holes in my bucket as I run to the lake Too late Too late Yawns and stretches what’s for breakfast?