streets irrigate smoke
wafting over houses
soot lies thin
smells lightly roasted
fog breaks uniform
as eggs cracked
drops the mist
the ground absorbs
runoff carries soil
as if explaining
the burned house
stark and verdant
garden grows untended
at home a dead bird
waits nestled next to a potted plant
for the touch of mycelia
the tickling of ant's mandibles
and the sprouting of lime green moss
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