Chase Fire

Our wishes climb
on snowflakes,
reaching for distant stars—
my frozen breath
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The glow
in her eyes…
I watch the sun fall
into distant lands
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In a candlelit forest
I sketch the faces
of ancient trees...
my brand-new notebook
...

winter burial
the resurrection
of old photos
...

fortune teller...
the lights of a distant train
shimmer on the rails
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miscarriage...
the dark space between
a crescent's points
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on our first date
we search the sky
for UFOs—
this flicker of light
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fireflies swirl
in the old mason jar
between my hands
the silence inside
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I see myself in her,
yet, she is nothing but stone
at the bottom of a dark well
in the rain
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In a blooming garden
old gnomes tinker
with the broken mechanisms
of a dead man’s pocket watch…
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Evaporated sin
rains from bloodshot clouds
to touch me again—
my reflection appears
...

Reading the graffiti
on the walls of my old house—
how easily
my childhood chalk art
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Strings of stars hang
between abandoned skyscrapers…
like the web of a long dead architect’s
imagination,
...

her poetry whistles
like nightmare winds,
painting the black sound of screams
on an already dark canvas
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Campfire smoke
hanging
in our frozen breath…
the silence between
...

Thinking
about the future
under midnight rain…
the same moon
...

Midnight rain
ending the drought-
outside of the mine
a cart fills
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