poetry by j matthew waters

controlled burning

sunspot settles into eight o’clock
quite content hanging out there
for as long as I can recall

in the field old men split seasoned wood
boys gather and stack neatly
building towers three times their size

birds and clouds passing by routinely
aided by westerly breeze
pushing forward suspended sun

transitioning perfectly seamless
natural light surrenders
controlled flames reaching for the stars

july two thousand seventeen
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3 thoughts on “controlled burning

  1. The purpose of that deliberate burning makes me ponder.

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