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Wildfire
written by Glitchfinder11:21 PM 4/13/05The match is tossed
The culprit is lost
The grass is burning
The land is churning
The firemen are toiling
The water is boiling
The heat is searing
The people are hearing
The water is flying
The heat is dying
The cinders are cooling
The water is pooling
The fuel was fed
The fire is dead |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I created this over a period of several days, during the California firestorm a couple of years ago, and I put it down just as it came to me.
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