Meditations of Fire

Birds chirping, the morning after -
Fire dances, askance, whispering
Smoke.  In the last residues of darkness
A coolness resides, the tonality

Of the neighbor’s motorcycle dreams,
Dreams of freedom which I understand,
Perhaps understood in the vision of me:
Standing upon the fire, gazing…  Crying

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Meditating

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scrying