poetry

burn scars

burn scars

absentmindedly scanning the landscape
for rubble and char

catching the thought
…so this didn’t burn…
a thousand miles from fire

the way I think
…where’s her mask?…
watching an old movie

fire’s burned its way into my psyche
like pandemic terror

like checking every black shape here for condor
or every sunny drizzle seeking rainbow

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