Embrace by Janie StapletonPoecology
Issue 5

Benjamin Gucciardi


Wildfire has scorched forty-seven acres
In the valley below the house where I am staying.
And now three slow vultures
Trace black circles through the haze,
Descend, feast, climb, repeat.

I want to combine myself
With the world that way,
Finding succor in the char.

If no clouds bring relief
Let us place our fingers
Like crimson beaks
Into the burn of our lives
And endure.