In place

This entry is part 47 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

Inside a cloud moved
rapidly by the wind,
I catch a whiff of wood smoke.

All the tracks have melted through,
erasures that say only
that something was there—

except for the trees,
still marooned on the same
round islands.

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