Fuel

Too close to the house.

Fire season will be here soon, again.

Gracious heroes consider my thousands of trees.

For these firefighters, it’s a canyon of fuel.

They have come to keep me safe.

I offer them water. Whatever they want.

“Thank you, ma’am. We have everything we need.”

They tell me my home is defendable.

“That is wonderful. But don’t risk your lives.

Just save the dogs. I’m insured.”

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