Fire Season

By James Galvin b. 1951 James Galvin
All the angels of Tie Siding were on fire.
                                                            The famous sky was gone.

Presumably the mountains were still there, invisible in haze.
there was only one angel, but she was a torch in the wind, beside
the wind-ripped American flag the post office flies.
                                                                            OK, she wasn't
literally on fire.
                           Maybe her angelic red hair made me think she was
ablaze as it flaunted the prairie and made a festival of itself.
was a fireworks stand nearby, entirely beside the point, as was the
Fourth of July.
                     It was really dry.
                                              It was fire season.
                                                                         It was the
wind festival, featuring an angel standing in it, letting her red hair
conflagrate history, reduce it to ash, bid it start anew, erase the sky
with atrocity's own smoke.
                                       She wore, besides her flame of hair,
blue jeans and a singlet.
                                    She was violent in the wind.
                                                                              I started
walking toward her.
                              I'm still walking toward her, no idea what to
say when I get there.

James Galvin, "Fire Season" from X Poems. Copyright © 2003 by James Galvin. Reprinted with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townshend, WA 98368-0271,

Source: X poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2003)

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Poet James Galvin b. 1951

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Subjects Relationships, Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes

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James Galvin is the author of several collections of poetry, including Resurrection Update: Collected Poems, 1975–1997 and X (2003); a novel, Fencing the Sky (1999); and The Meadow (1992), a prose meditation on the landscape of the Wyoming-Colorado border and the people who live there.

Galvin’s work is infused with the genuine realities of the western landscape, while at the same time not shirking difficult questions of faith, . . .

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SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

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