Fire Season

Is it wrong
that I love the smell
of wildfires?
And the orange
the sun turns
as the smoke covers it,
or the way the ashes
float beautifully down
as if dancing.
I know just miles away
damage and destruction
are spreading fiercely
and I know in the months to come
people will still be
putting their lives back in order.
Yet, I want to stare
and savor and remember.
I hate fire season,
but every danger
has a side to be appreciated.

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