so much more to come

wildfires, wildfires, what
bridges you burn, and
force down throats the
lessons to learn;
oh, dear, look at you,
so broken and singed...
but your card burned up too,
you stunning victim.
you can cry, you can
bleed, you can burn, you
can brim
but at the end of today
those cards have been played.
what a loss, what to do but
whistle and sigh, and
kick rocks at your feet, wait
for the turning
of tides.

k.