Constructive destruction

trek down through crisp leaves, red fruit
to the pit of unspoken words
stone circles keeping safe from the fury within
duck under the flames
in and out through the dragon’s whisps 
embers snowing upon shoulders
branches above catching light
heat drawing tears from eyes
playing catch with the opaque smoke
giving the wooden offerings
finally rising up above are
the ghosts of what could have been

By Kimberly Jamison 

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