Fire

I watched the land burn

fire dripping from the tumult overhead

I ran and ran,

my fear turned to curiosity

edging closer

my skin warmed and dried,

fire at first precious, then valuable, 

became traded, the world warmed 

and it was good,

now I watch the land burn

from foolish animosity and folly

and with renewed fear I run.

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© Graham Sherwood 08/21