By M. Frost

Smoke cloaked the sun

while fire crews in tugs

poured water onto water.

It’s 1969 and this

is just another

fire on the river.

The oil of years slips past,

immiscible and viscous,

the effluent of capital,

the flammable trail of greed.

M. Frost appears in The Hopkins Review, Little Patuxent Review, Rumen, Strange Horizons, and others, with chapbooks Cow Poetry (Finishing Line Press, 2006) and The Women of Myth (Island of Wak-Wak, coming fall 2025). mfrostwords.com