Sunday, April 11, 2010

Forest Fire

I had this really strange dream

About a forest fire that danced like windblown hair

Across the mountain ridge

Leaping tongues sang an apocalyptic serenade

Screams gave subtle counterpoint

As did the melting songs of birds

Like violence done to flutes

Heated trunks exploded to spit tobacco juice

Unexpected affinities occurred in disaster

A chaotic rendering in perfect harmony

That most dynamic phrasing all worked out

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