05-15-2016, 01:43 AM
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The Fire Cure
I want waterfeet
to walk these flaming ways.
where are the frogs?
-- the frogs who call
the rain --
they are burning.
marshes seethe,
sedges, grasses, forbs blaze up,
tall forests fall to fiery ground,
birds collapse in smoked flight.
where went the fishes, the cool mosses?
mouth wind-blistered
skin spark-stung I watch
as streams crackle and steam...
with little hope
I pray over my bluest socks
all night long and in the morning
put them on
still wet
and start walking.
~~~
A Way to Go
I want waterfeet
to walk this burning world
(where are the frogs?)
marshes seethe,
sedges grasses forbs blaze up,
tall forests fall to fiery ground
birds drop sizzling from seared horizons
(where went the fishes, the cool mosses?)
mouth wind-blistered
skin spark-stung I watch
as streams crackle and steam...
where are the frogs?
-- the frogs who call
the rain --
they are burning.
with little hope
I pray over my bluest socks
all night long and in the morning
put them on
still wet
and start walking.
(Been a dry spell since NaPM; this was sparked haha by the Fort McMurray fire in Canada and by my blue socks. I wonder if my title needs improvement; they often do. Open to your wisdom elsewise also, and thanks.)
The Fire Cure
I want waterfeet
to walk these flaming ways.
where are the frogs?
-- the frogs who call
the rain --
they are burning.
marshes seethe,
sedges, grasses, forbs blaze up,
tall forests fall to fiery ground,
birds collapse in smoked flight.
where went the fishes, the cool mosses?
mouth wind-blistered
skin spark-stung I watch
as streams crackle and steam...
with little hope
I pray over my bluest socks
all night long and in the morning
put them on
still wet
and start walking.
~~~
A Way to Go
I want waterfeet
to walk this burning world
(where are the frogs?)
marshes seethe,
sedges grasses forbs blaze up,
tall forests fall to fiery ground
birds drop sizzling from seared horizons
(where went the fishes, the cool mosses?)
mouth wind-blistered
skin spark-stung I watch
as streams crackle and steam...
where are the frogs?
-- the frogs who call
the rain --
they are burning.
with little hope
I pray over my bluest socks
all night long and in the morning
put them on
still wet
and start walking.
(Been a dry spell since NaPM; this was sparked haha by the Fort McMurray fire in Canada and by my blue socks. I wonder if my title needs improvement; they often do. Open to your wisdom elsewise also, and thanks.)