Category: fire
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morning haiku
waiting for your breath last night’s ash still speaks of fire in warm, glowing terms 5-23-21
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flee
I flee sharp teeth guard my back one leg anchored to a plow the other ready to run I’m a refugee fleeing oblivion the salvage yard, the fiery caldron the melting down, the disappearing once I had purpose now I’m only in the way taking up space in a shed developers will raze and haul…
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Job fair on Mt. Horeb
It wasn’t the burning, but the talking, the order giving, commands to go back to the scene of the crime and making demands and threats. Killing non-combatants in a war of words between empire and the kingdom of heaven has nothing to do with burning. The shall nots are easy; do nothing and you win.…
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Haiku Meditation on a Sunday Morning Sitting by the Remains of Last Night’s Fire with a Cup of Coffee Watching Birds in the Park Across the Street at Sunrise
1) Sunday morning shoes canvas loafers don’t need shined Dad would not approve 2) ash remembers fire when flames don’t stay the night trees filter morning 3) crow stares with one eye red birds forage for breakfast jays flash blue on green 4-18-21
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A Bigly Branch
High in a tree a rotted branch hangs suspended in air fuel for a late night fire Afraid of falling holding on to live branches refusing to concede it has lost its battle Maybe it will fall in the middle of the night; no one to see, no one to hear no one to hurt…
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Church of glowing wood
October autumn night moonlight and street lamps we gather in the side yard with friends around a fire Offer fallen wood to the dark smell smoke….. incense for the dead, the dying and those who tend the dying before it is their time As folks rise to go home we offer virtual handshakes, bank embers,…
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poem for a friend
On a log pile by a fire pit On a log with lichen clings a lone cicada husk Split in the back for you to flee A life that’s grown too small you flee into green canopy And sing incessantly to be found To be loved before a change of seasons 7-20-20
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Choices
Morning after fire pit grey ash stills radIates heat Lone tree frog drones in woods Leaves glisten with yesterday’s rain Cardinal calls from a limb Young woman pushes stroller in park Yoga instructor’s leaf blower removes debris from basketball court Bose beats boom before breakfast Neighbor walks dog without doggie waste bag So many omens…
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Vignettes from Friday’s fire pit
Junk mail and old receipts make good kindling From the end of a rotted log a beetle crawls out Stands on a brick and races off before it gets too hot On its way to the park a calico with a belled collar walks quietly through your yard A woman walks by on the street…
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