an open door to my cage:
extinguish in haste
while Earth watches
colors flame the sky.
There is a rush, seeing you
in your prime, painting
humans with your charm;
sink, sink below my horizon,
fade from view, depart—
I am caged. Therefore
let me be. Allow me
this conceit, to live
upon this Earth as she is:
desolate, perhaps, but daily
basking in your fire’s glow.
August 2019
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