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forest fire
April 4, 2021
we rubbed our fingers against singed grass,
you wishing upon a wax candle and i
upon a forest fire. you told me that my eyes
reminded you something of a lost dream, one that
swayed between a little girl’s rubber shoe
and an old woman’s deathbed. i looked
at you, took the cigarette from between your
fingers, and told you that it wasn’t too late
to start dreaming again, to smile at youth.
you looked past me and pointed, smiling sadly.
look, it’s a forest fire.
© Hali S., Robinson, IL
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This is a metaphorical conversation between two friends: a dreamer and a cynic. I was inspired by my own experience growing up as a kid who struggled between boundless ambitions and set limitations imposed by society. The last couple of lines represent the part of us that reminds us how young we still are and how much we can still achieve, just like a forest fire's immensity and blaze.