July 6, 2006


The explosion imparts a hastened reenactment:

A trailing stem,

spat toward the heavens,

ripens to a heavy bloom.

Pinpricks bleed openly,

fill and fade.

They die,

as quickly as they're birthed

to melt down the mural of the sky.

A torched rain

flames, falls, flickers to mute.

It peppers the land

with a quiet memorial.

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