HotKittySpank
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Fire
Sometimes there would be a fire
and I would walk into it
and come out unharmed
and continue on my way,
and for me
it was just another thing to have done.
As for putting out the fire,
I left that to others who would rush
into the billowing smoke
with brooms and blankets to smother
the flames. When they were through
they would huddle together
to talk of what they had seen
—how lucky they were
to have witnessed the lusters of heat,
the hushing effects of ashes,
but even more to have known
the fragrance of burning paper,
the sounds of words
breathing their last.
Sometimes there would be a fire
and I would walk into it
and come out unharmed
and continue on my way,
and for me
it was just another thing to have done.
As for putting out the fire,
I left that to others who would rush
into the billowing smoke
with brooms and blankets to smother
the flames. When they were through
they would huddle together
to talk of what they had seen
—how lucky they were
to have witnessed the lusters of heat,
the hushing effects of ashes,
but even more to have known
the fragrance of burning paper,
the sounds of words
breathing their last.