April 8, 2009 9:36 PM
Sometimes ten minutes is not enough, or mesmerized by fire
Smoke swirls around my head in a twirling cloud
I hold my breath against sting up my nostrils,
heat against my face nearly unbearable
pine needles flare in a brilliant display of light
the wet bark of a rotting log resists,
fire cleanses the landscape of last summer
dark shadow darts toward my stillness
I feel the mouse climbing over my foot
She retreats beneath decomposing straw
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