Pine Seeds

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.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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