Fire

by the mingo

Posted to Poetry on 2003-05-27 17:34:00

fire . falls to coming down in dreams.
freeing death and conquering freedom with final folded wings and no it sits on.
the want can’t be had here. stars it sees.
the earth is myth . the bird i wanted. i don’t want.
what i do is chosen . the branch a different are for sale. i could buy them if story bound as it was
to was it’s roads. here in purgatory colored glass leaves were true this morning. the evening was the night has it’s uses. the day has one degree above zero – that much .

The Literary Kicks message boards were active from 2001 to 2004.