I presented a poem for the fire today
And tore it from the pages
So that it was merely instant
And not saved for the ages.
The flame embraced the paper
Like a lover’s lust filled hands
And the poem gave itself over
To the fire’s passionate demands.
Engulfed, the poem exploded
In a final moment of glory
As yellow and glowing red ingested
And turned to smoke the story.
Escaping through a red brick chimney
To freedom’s clear blue sky
The smoke sang the words in secret
Known only to the fire and I.