like fire
heat licks
the crevices between dry timber laid one against
the other sparks fly landing hot on bare skin unprotected
pulling away in pain once burning
now smoke
fire needs air to breathe
a temperamental glow explodes into
flames licking the stars
whirling clockwise then counter
to everything you ever believed.
This poem wrote itself while I was watching a dancing fire while camping in National Forest in Montana. Photo courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/mwl_sd_ca/2816800155/ (Flickr creative commons)
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