Fire

We have been afraid
of fire so long
the dead wood
has piled up
dangerous deep

Now one little spark
and the whole thing will burn
taking everything built
to the ashes

Then the charcoal
will purge
all the poisonous
past

And in the
emptiness
eventual
with the tears
of our loss
something budding
and real
will unfurl
it’s hope

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