Scorched
ash-speckled,
ghost horses emerge
from the haze . . .
we offer them water
and sanctuary
rescue workers . . .
a missing dog wags
his tail
charred bones
of houses and cars . . .
all is lost,
except for the loving
kindness of strangers
homeless . . .
someone else's jacket
warms my heart
shell-shocked,
I sift through the rubble
of my life . . .
neighbours bring me cups
of tea and sympathy
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