Orange sun
Flaming through
Smoky lense
Wild fires
Burning in
The West again
A thousand
Miles away
I sit
Under the haze
Of the gray
Sky I’m hit
With the
Beauty and
The Tragedy
Of this
Stone’s current
Trajectory
Categories
Orange sun
Flaming through
Smoky lense
Wild fires
Burning in
The West again
A thousand
Miles away
I sit
Under the haze
Of the gray
Sky I’m hit
With the
Beauty and
The Tragedy
Of this
Stone’s current
Trajectory