#103 Pacheco Burn by Amy Fleury

When summer arrives, it arrives
in fire, and earnestly.

Across the canyon, smoke tinges
the sky to copper and pink,

stenciling pine branches against
this strange solstice light.

From the cabin deck I can hear
the suss of the Pecos.

Ash flakes drift into the open
notebook, onto the dreaming dog.

Amy Fleury is the author of the poetry collections Beautiful Trouble (2004) and Sympathetic Magic (forthcoming 2013), both from Southern Illinois University Press, and a chapbook, Reliquaries of the Lesser Saints (RopeWalk Press, 2010).


4 thoughts on “#103 Pacheco Burn by Amy Fleury

  1. so evocative, it has haiku like rhythms and meanings – i love the line “ash flakes drift into the open notebook, onto the dreaming dog”. thank you!

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