what does the fire remember?
lick the skin, the sizzle
a tremelo scattered in dark sky
slight hug like goodbye, visiting.
and anyway, the fire got away
ran down the valley, up the hills
remeniscent fabric circling
in fast light
posted by hiccup at 6:47 PM
2 Comments:
i haven't peeked in for a few days, and i regret not seeing this beautiful, sad, loving, poem about a used-to-be experience which, try as you may, can't quite be repeated, except maybe in dreams, where the spirit remains, the embers glowing, even as they die. so good to have you back. jimmy
What a lovely interpretation Jim. Thank you.
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