Prairie Locks
Friday, September 10, 2010
I smell smoke...
And linger
To catch the scent of fire,
Of crackling wood, incense, and car tires,
Smoldering buildings,
Crusted meat.
They rise up to tell a story,
Burning the past
To make it whole again-
if only just for a moment.
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