Inverse Sky

Lighthouse

Lighthouse From the charred remains of the Vision Fire — we see As we believe — a green scar implicating us in earthly affairs Green land grab of coyote bush and cow parsnip Flourishing without vengeance where Paradise Estates once stood Bishop pine growing into conflagrations Cones detonating from sealed pitch — exploding shells Seeds tearing open ground in a bright wound — We were driving, sucked in by the ocean’s breath Into clouds and crowds of salt-slaked pine Green burned in us — tourist dollars Wolves to the flock, realtors to the vista point — We were talking — words were waters in far-off deserts Falling into oil fires, indiscriminately We were looking — trees grew intricate in passages of the brain We imagined being — before we were — In briny intertidal zones — pliant among rushes Whelmed with light spent in the estranged light of day 3 ...