miss winkle’s war
mike lazarchuk
Rebecca saw smoke
& alerted me
At first I thought
The blazing object
Was a piece of
Furniture like
A chair
I ran around
The shrubs with
My garden hose
& started squirting
The flames before
I even realized
It was our neighbor
Miss Winkle going
Up in black clouds
Of ugly smoke
Cremating herself on the
Well tendered green lawn
Of her back yard like
A Buddist monk
Dying by fire to
Stop the war
Raging in her head
