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So Cal is on Fire

The fires burn here in Southern California every time this year.  The terms—”Santa Anas,” “evacuation,” and “state of emergency,” are all too familiar.  Homes are destroyed, lives are lost, and reluctant poems are born.


Pink Whole Sun

So Cal is on fire.
And omniscient ash glides
Through apocalyptic sky
Like faulty airplanes
Made from the LA Times.
And the sun is alive,
Special,
Pretty muted Crayola pink,
Like it’s waiting to have
A song written about it,
—Muse with a fuse.

Bad moon rising,
Chide me for my illicit tryst
With this phenomenon,
But I had to see it for myself.
And when I curiously ascended north
I found there was nothing new under the sun,
And have the blisters and burns to attest to it.

So Cal is on fire.
And the blues best take note,
‘Cause I wrote a song last night
About the families from Sylmar
Having no mobiles to call home,
And a poem about
Where the heart was,
Somewhere off the 5 and the 210.

So Cal is on fire.
And Santa Anas have not been a loyal friend,
Flirting with Baja’s peninsula
Before making recalescent love
To San Bernardino brush,
I’ve had enough.

So Cal is on fire.
And I’m tired.
fire

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About Daniel Romo

Author of When Kerosene's Involved (Mojave River Press, 2014) and Romancing Gravity (Silver Birch Press, 2013). I'm partial to prose poems. Alliteration. And fragments.

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