blades of smoke

holy shit, it’s beautiful
I whispered
as I almost drove the car off the road
ogling the blades of smoke
as they cut across the sky
I’d never seen anything
like the hovering bloody hues
of that early morning
the wisps were very still
not moving like the clouds above
was I witnessing a standoff in the valley
the smoke holding back the sun
why did it seem so familiar
the sharp edges
the old blood
the smell of burning
was this a remnant
a reminder
of a past life
one that I couldn’t recall
but didn’t want to forget
what are these images that flicker
when I close my eyes
this same smoke
left behind
after a great battle
waiting for the rains

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