A man’s up on my roof
gurneying the gutters
after blowing and hosing.
My deaf old cat sleeps
through the ongoing din.
The fires have never come
this close yet. If one day
they reach us, I wouldn’t
know how to stay safe, but
we do what we can, trying
for normal, even intelligent,
in the face of the bizarre
unpredictable new paradigms.
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