California fires got the sky all pretty in New York 🔥🔥🔥
The poetics of space,
begin somewhere at the body.
When strands of hair taper off to become like veins,
of spanish moss bleeding through the canopy.
And it is thinning,
as leaves are shedding and trees are burning,
and grass is dying on the other side.
All of it thinning, retreating, receding like shorelines.
