Valerie O'Rourke Kitts
The Flash - Poem by Valerie O'Rourke Kitts
Pale reed writhing
As if in ecstacy or pain,
Once kissed by the wind
And caressed by the rain,
What of your mud-soaked foot
Now dancing in the flame?
Nothing, save the soot;
Not a thing remains.
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