Brush Fire

today
live match
or half finished cigarette butt
tossed somewhere
by a careless fisherman
landed and sparked
on brown pine needles
spewing
white wispy tendrils
drifting higher than
tall pine trees
silhouetted
against tranquil blue sky
we answered
smoke signals
with shovel, hoe, rake
united in sweat and muscle
rake, dig, overturn, pat down
smothering orange glow
with red dirt
black blanket
marking our progress
wide swath
from lake to gate
until
fiery genesis
met successful
obliteration

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©L. Kupfer

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