Miniature Inferno
The sky is a blanket.
Stop it.
Whatever we think the stars are
when we decide to look up,
with the force of oh,
a ladybug tripping over a pebble,
we are wrong.
The pretty star will
flametorch you.
It only wants to keep living.
A little star here, one there, one there,
that’s how you make
a sky, for humans,
but up there,
each famished fire
is one ferociously-burning world.
I love the last six lines here.
ReplyDeleteLove it...
ReplyDeleteEchoing the comment from WAS. Those lines could stand alone.
ReplyDeleteI agree. What an interesting way to write about, and expand upon, the whole notion of heat. (But this has been a legitimately bad few days). I also especially like the tripping lady bug as an image of how carefully we consider things, big things. Not many people (none?) would have made that comparison, but it's a good one.
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