Poem: Magical Thinking

Charcoal for barbecue

Magical Thinking

What made us think
we could feed the smoldering fire
forever,
without it leaping from its artificial confines,
a conflagration?

About this poem. 

About current politics. About Black Lives Matter. About relationships. Oh yes, and should you want it to be, about fire.

You can only contain things so long.

Tom

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