Precarious

February 5, 2025

we raked
the decomposed
granite smooth
                      but decomposed again
it cracked
when the earth
shook

in Fort Worth
I remember     soundless black massing around me
the tornado’s vortex

               precarious as

this wildfire     hot
enough to melt
my car’s metal     flat
onto the asphalt

today   a red light

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