Lookout
Summer on a fire tower. I watch the ridgeline for smoke and read the weather before it arrives.
to whoever is watching their own horizon out there: i saw the smoke early, and someone got home safe because of it
you learn to tell a dust plume from a smoke column by how it holds its shape
the radio crackled at 3am and for a second i wasn't the only one awake on earth
day 41 alone on the tower. the silence up here has a texture
to anyone out there: we build tall lonely rooms just to watch the horizon for each other