By: Nadine Nabass August 18, 2018August 18, 2018 Poetryaugust, corvidae, fire, gypsy, rust, summer, washington, wildfires Rust gypsy blood burns hot embers left in an abandoned fire that warm nothing we must keep moving, karma licks at our ankles you must look out for yourself do not return home. for even the jackdaws will steal your gold Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related