Octagon Free Art Publications
poetry by Matthew Jablonski
Friday, January 30, 2015
House Fire Snowstorm
I saw smoke
south on the horizon,
thought it was a factory,
but there's no industry
out there anymore.
This time of year
it's more likely a house fire.
I waited for sirens,
but none came
as dusty snow
blew
across Route 57
like so much ash.
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