Expressions of Embers

May 21, 2008
As I biked through Westwood in the morning

With the breeze full of ash gusting in my face

I reach the melancholy evacuation center

Which made a graveyard look cheerful

Many families’ and pets’ faces full of sorrow and loss

Of hopes, dreams, and life savings

Whether mansion, apartment, or shack

Still a loss of home

As reporters run repeatedly from person to person

Trying to score an interview

Their lifeless faces stay as still as

And from the corner of my eyes

I spot one of my friends

Face buried in hands

I ride away

Thinking this time

That time would not heal all wounds

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