Wildfire The Ephemeral Poem by A.Z. McCoy
Wildfire The Ephemeral
I watched
Sage burn in approach
To dream city
Tied my shoes
Tighter to flee
That which floated
With death
And found all your
Merry chords
Lying abandoned
How far they
Stretched
Sounding familiar
And foreign
In last gasp of
Echo
Animals had long ago left
This soon to be
Wasteland, now in Flux's
Ravaging grasp
Smoke sending no signal
But a hope
At my turned away eyes
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