Poem: we visit the dairy/ at the crossroads/ of three ways

we visit the dairy
at the crossroads
of three ways
it has burned down

fire is violent
the buildings
blackened torn
exploded

it was on
the edge
of the great wave
of flames
that swept over
short of napa

like a knife
the size of the sky
the fire moved
down the ridge
and the
point landed
in the dairy's
front yard

we visit the dairy
at the crossroads
of three ways
it is an example

of how some are
fortunate to be alive
and others are not


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Napa Road at Highway 121
11.19.17