Poem for the Stars

Fire spits
at us — lovingly

fire forges
cultures
forgets
cultures

Under the firebird
we sat,
on a lawn of fire
burning a midnight’s
crawling skin

*

Fire never forgives
instead vanishes

fire lives somewhere
in the middle

of earth

waiting to be called

sad genie

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