A Bonfire

it is a bonfire out there;

no one was invited

but they are coming anyway,

bringing their own fuels for the fire;

I see a lyric in ashes,

a dour sonnet suspended

in the forbidding smoke,

and a rhyme going up

in the tiniest of flames,

only to leave charred sadness behind.

together we look up

at the soot-covered sky,

our fires and fates entwined.

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“Isn’t everyone a part of everyone else?”
Budd Schulberg

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