Flames

Flames

With shelter

a blaze,

we close the door

to control its spread,

but as your halls,

timbers and trusses,

emit slivers

of flame,

do not lock

the latch,

leaving me

to only smell the smoke.

-Robert L. Jackson III

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Celebrate

stagnation

or even a slight decay?

The water 

does not stay

confined 

in the reflective lake

forever,

it is evaporating,

freezing,

expanding against boundaries,

and flowing

into deep grooves.

The landscape 

Is not flat, 

but ripples 

under motion, 

and feeds flames 

with wood and oil.

Celebrate 

the sun

warming our souls

from afar

and incinerating 

broken orbits 

and resurrecting bodies

as an incendiary. 

-Robert L. Jackson III