martes, 24 de septiembre de 2024

Fire

Karen Cronick 


I see the fire think 

about the fuel that gives it life.

It mulls about the coals

And flashes light

as daydreams do,

consuming, 

telling tales

of what time is -and was. 

Years and years go by

to become, maybe, 

what humanity will be. 

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