Citrus Freeze

To the north, along Orange Blossom Trail,
thick breath of sludge fires.
Smoke rises all night, a spilled genie
who loves the freezing trees
but cannot save them.
Snow fine as blown spiders.
The news: nothing.
Large rats breed on the beach
driving smaller ones here.
Today both traps sit sprung.

Forrest Gander, “Citrus Freeze” from Rush to the Lake (Cambridge, AliceJames Books, 1988). Reprinted with the permission of the author.
Source: Rush to the Lake (1988)
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