Arson
I’ve been driving around all night.
Setting fires in people’s front lawns.
Tiny notes clumsily scrawled with an old ink
pen I found in my glove compartment.
The wind will likely blow most of them away.
They’ll never be read.
But maybe.
Maybe someone will feel the warmth
of my arson.
Maybe when you check your mail.
You’ll find my torn out fire.
And know that someone.
Even though they never saw you-
Wants to make sure you stop.
Just for a moment.
Feel the morning Sun’s rise.
And appreciate the magic
of spreading a flame
like the one boiling so far above us all.
And how beautiful it can be
that we’re here, in this moment.
No matter how far I’ve driven away;
We’re feeling it. Together.
-James Kelley
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