There Are Still Beautiful Things, Even in a World on Fire

Fires

We are small things, each of us,

living in a world burning at the edges.

As stars, as fireflies, as Earth’s center:

we are the source of both

illumination and conflagration.

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Today’s poem is inspired by a spit of time I spent at a friend’s farm last night. We tended to a little work ‘round about dusk...