Yellowstone

Wash the cinders–on barren shoulders

The presence of water reflected my home

And, her peeling skin, grayed out in ash

Fires grow thick -- through its cracks.

She comes undone, with muddied hair

By the river, I felt her presence there.

Burning the night as Avalon

Liquid touched her breasts and rippled at her arms.

Ifrit's rage, meteors clash against

The forest smoldered thrice over 

Melancholy; grasses singed.

Then her flakes greeted the wind,

Up and over the canopies dissipating with every glimpse.

Too, from the stars she came, landed from the void

Stricken down by boulders, crashing into Earth.

And as she saw clutching there solely as she shivered.

A burning house like her home

The one that she remembered.