along the lake’s edge our burnt limbs scratch at the sky rapping in the wind − gentle ratapan, a screek a soft scrunching of paper
as it passed through us we could only receive it − dreaming of water arms upraised in frozen dance amid the whirlwind of fire
our spectral voices sing the conflagration mimic the crackling as the wind brings the burnt reek the acrid recall of pain
waves unburied our song our creaking cacophony roots deep in midden sand falls from shell, bone, graveyards old feasts uncovered, old fires
fishing boats glide past seabirds, on indifferent trails we cry from the dunes our terrible scribble is crazing the ruffled water
the wash slaps our dune our every wounding, a sound the lake whispers back its silky repetition
new growth creeps forward our song is nearly over twine us in green strength