Fire Time

is when the grass is bleached and dry
and it rustles in the hot wind like crumpled paper
and the trees hold their brown-edged leaves up high for fear
of the spark

is when the old black wires inside the walls
shed their insulation like a tangle of snakes hidden
among splintery laths or like half-forgotten sins coming to light
and they spark

is when God lays a hand on a heart of dust
that might have stopped beating from exhaustion
or might never have lived at all and the first beat happens
with a spark

is made up of spark moments
death moments
life moments
fire time is
sparks

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