wild fire

there is
something
burning
in the distance.
a plume of black
smoke has risen
like a tower
and the sky
is smudged low
and grey.
it could be trees,
a field
of brush, there
is nothing
but woods
in that direction,
dry soft fields
warmed in
the summer
heat. there are
ashes on
the wind
and with them,
i can still taste
that fallen
love on the tip
of my tongue.