He dreamed of fire

March 1, 2011
He dreamed of a fire that swallowed him whole
He dreamt of it empty, he dreamt of it
cold
and undone. And he couldn’t find—

Couldn’t find it. It. Whatever it was. So he ran
Until he reached the end, and knew it was
the end because the colors ran out
and dripped over the edge of the sidewalk—

that never was—
And he waved after the reds
and the sunsets.





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