Poem: Chasing Fire


Chasing Fire

They are predicting snow,
but for now there is fire in the sky,
a mad red path to follow and find
your own fire,
before winter sets in.

About this poem. 

I feel like I have lost a season this year. It’s a strange thing. Rip Van WInkle, with more interesting scars.



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