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Pink fireweed blooms
In fields where forests once stood
‘fore wildfire burned.
Kenai mountains hide
No more behind the tall spruce.
Naked to the eye.
Skilak is still blue.
Glacial silt lends its color
Unchanged by fire.
Dry air breezes down
From the stony mountain ‘bove
Disturbing ashes.
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