Waveforms

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In the longest nights of the year—
ravenous brush fires spread,
consuming ridge after ridge.

Fearful, stunned helpless, we fled
the ominous sight as our very
existence quavered in question.

During the dry hibernal season,
high-pressure aggression
fueled ferocious flames;
vast swaths of tindered spark
wasted irreparable chapparal.

Even when choppers sliced the dark
wildscape dependent on dousing,
winds wrested control of stygian
vortexes evaporating seawater.

Whole neighborhoods burned to oblivion.

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Protean time dawns another year—
remembrance through this window,
translucent under opportune skies,
brings a healing balm of flow
fringing the mountains green.

During reassuring daylight,
calmed by cascading spindrift
and waveforms of tenderest night,
dreams evolve ever so slowly.

Rekindled hope glimmers;
possibilities improve perception;
emotive existence shimmers
with onshore aromas of aliveness.

Dilemmas that seemed sisyphean
resolve to meaning in the fluted surf:

Now, promise evokes a new meridian.