Thursday, February 6, 2025

 Wildfires

out of control,

That’s why they got me

My wildfire bike when

I was 6 with a fiery 6 plate

On front, flames always reaching out,

I peddled

A gusting flame…

Look at him go!

Fire, fire, fire.


How did they know (?)

Cause they were too (?)

Pain fed anger

Exploding at the slightest

Eye roll or tear.

They were too

With their weekend weed

And old Milwaukee tap…

Look at them go!

Fire, fire. fire.


Wild hungry flames

We are out of control.

That’s all I seem able

To remember. 


#poetry 

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