With it's papery lungs,
Went up in cinders at it's first breath
It couldn't hold the light from the prairie fire burning brightly below.
Gangling, breathing hard, the fawn,
She took a cautious step then spilled full frame into the kitchenette
Feet slippery from the ash.
The glass snake cut the ash
Carved ribbons around the smolderings
Only to tie a knot at my feet in a pool of gasoline.
The pines went up with a "hush"
Then slow-burned, whimpering.
I was a flurry of cinders pulled in ribbons from the car.
You were tiny anchors at my sleeve.
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"Cinders" as written by John Orth Jeffrey Hayes
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