Standing barefoot on loamy bank,facing east, toes baptized in silt,
I watch the flames lick the sky,
a frenetic tarantella of ember and ash.
A house, once coveted,
longing to seduce me in the in blue lightof flickering tv screens.
Abandoned desires for kindling,
a blistering new tenant to replace the old.
I hold the match.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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