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Because of the smoke

my eyes are itching

my nose is stuffed

I realized that this morning smoke

was somebody’s home yesterday

someone was playing with her pet

families sat around the table

Now they all floated into my garden

to plead their innocence

to report to me that they were once alive

loved and touched

They do not just want to be called

Dixie Fire or Clear Lake Fire

someone still remember their stories

they can be stars and shine their lights