--to be remembered in my youth
a messy ball of fur
rolling like the thunder
across the twilight sky--

dead now left
to decay
like hope filled
leaves turing once green branches
into mulch.

ahead of me,
damned wind
--blowing against
these dry limbs
sparking

igniting
what once was ash
is now a roaring
pillar of fire
left sated only by the consumption
of my soul.

08/24/2011

Author's Note: working on this

Posted on 08/24/2011
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