The forest fire outside our house

Poetry 1 Minute 
I lie in bed and turn my head
to see your face illuminated by
the forest fire outside our house.

I ask if you need anything at the store,
since I plan on going after work tomorrow
to get some bread and apples.

You blink a few times, shake your head,
say you’re not sure, too tired to think,
but will tell me if you think of anything.

I kiss you goodnight, tell my phone
to close the curtains, block the growing light from
the forest fire outside our house.

Published by M. Espinosa

He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.

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18 thoughts on “The forest fire outside our house”

  5. That fire suggests many possibilities: an actual fire, or social turmoil in the community, or something personal to the couple. Leaves me wondering. (I suspect you meant “your” instead of “you” in line seven.)

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