Wildfire Haibun
One smells the smoke first
Before learning where the fire is
A kind of small talk
Where it is exactly, that’s burning
Gives me such a headache
Does it seem like something’s burning?
Is the fire in the room with us right now
Just nod or shake your headache
Don’t have to say anything
Cornfields in Minnesota
In the winter they turn to pastures of kindling
Or the fur of some, great beast breathing
Izzy Maxson is a writer and performance artist. She is the author of several
collections of poetry, most recently, Maps To The Vanishing, from Finishing
Line Press. She lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.