Spinning Out of Control In the Desert
Saved from the fire's lips
by the sound from their own,
like a lonely jellyfish,
alone and never to sting.
All water, no form,
pointless.
I'll take care of the past
and keep looking for that future.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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