Saturday, July 6, 2024

poem

 Bonfire

The world is a bonfire

And we’re all adding

Our little kindlings

Our twigs and torn off

Scraps of paper

All you ever hear

Is don't get too close,

Move back

We’re supposed to watch 

It in silent reverence

From a safe distance

As it consumes

Everything we give it


7/6/24

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