Heat Rites
On a dark night when a fire’s lit
Begins an orange glow that sparks
To burst into tongues of flames that
Lick the innocent air.
A fire blazes red-hot
And splashed with water, it is not …
On a sultry summer day, the sea shimmers
With silver sparkles, warmed; in the aftermath
Of white crested waves that lick the shore
And spent, they die again to be reborn
To ride a wave to kiss the shore,
And be no more…
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