Smoke cuts holes through
unsuspecting blue-soaked sky
and i'm happy
fire licks clean old
brown boards
and i smile
soot-black nails in
rotting wood glow orange moonbeans
and i laugh
splinters of filthy windowpane
shatter crackling silence
and my heart soars
the baby's cry
and i shiver
Aug. 1995
Tuesday, August 1, 1995
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