“shed afire (Sabbath)”
I would like to tell a story   But it's not my place   And there's probably not enough time

The spring was warm and dry   And even hotter in some places

Up early to a mass of unanswered texts   Your sisters’ voices atop video images of fire
Impending loss   And the rains come far too late

Trucks overfilled on all sides
In the beginning      There were rides up over the old roads

Bereshit, Bereishit, B'reshith
We found a spot     
I named it Bearshit Ridge