I

don’t know

If the dream I had last night was

really a dream or if some kind of phantom

came  to visit me amid the smoke

smell.

The incessant hail. Bloody riverbank&

swollen river

The fiery planet Mars

 is winking at me

thru the open window in my kitchen.

                   I

 see the shadow of a manzanita bush

 all stirred up into a state by the moon void of course&longing.

The wind picking up now

just as the dream begins suddenly ends

without warning and my

nose is tickled from the acrid smell

of wildfire

burning bush

steam hissing water quenching open flame

a mighty hand.