← v13n1, Spring 2014
Poetry · Volume 13, Number 1

Of Earth

Building a fire yesterday it

occurred to me to be more careful

with my hands: balance the new log

just so and the flames teethe.

~

The sun hovers downward—unsteady.

A young man steps from behind a curtain—

just starts firing. Asleep

inside sleep, I find myself wishing . . .

A warming day of rain pushing snow

~

Every forest began as a fire.