A tangerine

tide
cast out

from the Earth’s

backdoor
falls

all around,

−nowhere to hide!
Steaming rubble

from the collapse

of the sky’s

dark
upper crust

hollering past

my eyes,
holding in disdain

my feeble attempts

to swim
against

its tangerine

tide,
hot

like a cigarette’s

drag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee