Burning Beast

This is the second of the three found poems, made from articles in Seattle’s weekly, The Stranger (July 20, 2011 edition), that I mentioned in my last post.

Burning Beast

 

It was a downright nonsummer,

a wet one,

pretty much ensoddening

all flesh

or trying.

 

Someone said

the drifting smoke

was somewhat apt.

 

It was raining hard.

The Beast’s spirit

seemed to

shower rain.

https://flic.kr/p/6Xzbqu

Original by Coconino National Forest

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