How to know

When the smoke closes

In on the world

Creating a mystery of misery

Is this the beginning of a new chapter

Or the end of the familiar one

Said clear into the days fading light

So burnt in the smoke from the trees

Seething up north

Blowing through the jet stream

And brining it down to the desert

Upon the cactus the dust of travel

Awaits

As I decipher what chapter of the book

Is being played