Tuesday, September 18, 2012

During A (Wild)fire


During A (Wild)fire

This suitcase
heart – locked in
locked out
once and again

while the tip of my
cigarette is the sun
during a wildfire

burning through those mountains
I left

Still stars shine
above
and
this way things change,

it seems I’ve moved away
with nothing left to say

because what’s best
can’t be left

alone

1 comment:

  1. What I said was that I just caught up on your blog and am copying your piece on academic writing and handing out to my freshmen English class. Thank you.

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