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One Combustible

 

 

wearing my best

white paper gloves

to play with fire

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One Brevity

 

 

 

all its life

it never knew

it could be so bright—

this log just before

it’s ash

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A Passing Truce

 

 

 

Beside the fire, inside

the dark, and lost amidst

the tide of thoughts,

there is a momentary warmth

that steeps into our every inch

and make us doubt

that we could ever feel

sharp cold again—

the mind, thus warmed,

forgets to quarrel and simply

nestles closer—and the dark itself

comes nearer by and we

lean in together.

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Black Out

 

 

A blazing fire makes flame and brightness out of everything that is thrown into it.

            —Marcus Aurelius

 

 

Let me be fire.

Let everything

ignite me.

Let the whole world

be kindling.

I’ll take all fuel.

Let me flash.

Let me flare.

Let me make brightness.

Give me the dark.

Let me blaze there.

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Praise the tree as we throw

its branches into the fire,

the needles once green

now brilliant, now ash,

and praise the flames

that consume. Praise

the small hands that

toss the old boughs

and the squeals as the blaze

blazes higher. Praise

the empty space

in the room where all

we see is absence

of tree. Praise the darkness—

that canvas for light

that invites us

to find in ourselves

something to burn.

It’s a cold world.

What are we willing

to offer?

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In seasons of cold

when we can no longer

pretend it is warm,

when we can find

no fire to gather around,

it is then we notice

the invitation

not just to rise up

but to move

through the cold

and to find

in our own momentum

that inner fire,

a fire that outside forces

can never extinguish—

 

and though the darkness grows

in this season,

we grow, too,

our fires burning hotter,

more brightly,

the harder,

the stronger we go.

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One Not Quite Accident

years before the fire

the match in your thoughts—

what isn’t tinder

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One Inexplicable

 

years ago the wildfire—

this morning in my hair

faint scent of smoke

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Distracted by the Universe

in the vein of WCW

I’m sorry
I let the fire
go out.
It was so
starry.
So dark.

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Haiku to Prometheus

I too, stole fire.
I, too, waited daily
for the eagle.

*

Just one piece of sun.
That’s all I wanted. After all
everything is broken.

*

It did not look
like a gift, the devouring
from the inside out.

*

Only clay after all.
But we’re more than that.
Ask my liver.

*

It never once
looked over its shoulder.
Brown wings blocked the sun.

*

I’d almost say
I came to like it. Could you
understand?

*

Isn’t it funny
I can’t remember now
the color of the eyes.

*

Tonight so full
the moon. It can be so lovely,
emptiness.

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