← v13n1, Spring 2014Poetry · 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.
