by Michael Mark

You are circling. I’m

The smoke from what they’re
calling “The Tomahawk Fire”
is between us.

Now, they are reporting
the winds are creating new fires,
“The Coastal Fire” and
“The Windmill Fire.”

If you die, I decide,
I will get a dog.

I would want to call her Lolo.

People will be upset,
naming a dog after my wife.

Lolo is unquestionably
a great dog name.

I’ll wait for the right time
to ask your approval.

Such are the hopes and worries
of a man with his whole life
above him.

IMAGE: “Red Circle on Black” by Jiro Yoshihara (1965).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Michael Mark is a hospice volunteer and long-distance walker. His poetry has appeared or is scheduled to appear in American Dissident, Angle Journal, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Empty Mirror, Forge Journal, Lost Coast Review, New Verse News, Petrichor Review, Ray’s Road Review, Scapegoat Journal, Spillway, Silver Birch Press, Red Booth Review, Toe Good Poetry, The Thing Itself, UPAYA, Word Soup End Hunger, Wayfarer, and other nice places. His poetry has been nominated for the 2015 Pushcart Prize.