Fire. Fire. Fire.

Swept up in an undertow of radiative heat.

Drowned by its oppression.

The desert has been unkind upon reentry.

Bedridden days have returned.

Sickness for an elderly dog.

Here, I suffer a resigned acceptance.

Consumed by the immediacy of this landscape.

Rocky reconnections.

Meltdowns.

The solar power at the homestead is over heating.
The shipping container storage reached 128º yesterday.

The house we are staying in is rather noisy.

Alarms are sounding off.
Carbon monoxide. Fire. Radio.
All false, yet consecutive and confined.

Fire ants have found their way into the kitchen
with no clear entry passage to control.

A local home caught fire.

Three car fires on HWY 62.

Fire. Fire. Fire.

B.Penouilh
Faulting Landscape, watercolor on paper, 2022