Controlled Burns: Poem 2
Apr 7, 2022
Red and White,
will i become more beautiful as i decompose?
No… I don’t think — well who am I to say?
has my heart looked like this the whole time?
underneath it i can still see something growing
sizzling with liveness and memory,
sometimes heavy with the heat.
What’s there to say about smoke?
It’s leftover,
heat lighting,
roaring once upon a time.
Let it live on. Let the strike of a match drown out the traffic.
i am ready for the little sounds now.
