We walked the edge.
The air tasted charred.
In places, the ground heated through to our feet.
An island remained.
Evergreens in a burn scar river.
Fortune smiled on future growth.
Crows circled for the unfortunate.
A porcupine limped across
black ground speckled with fire germinated pine seeds.
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