immolations

flags snap prayers
into the blue

above stone cold
ash smudge shadows

*     *     *

my mind grinds
like the wheel

slowly turning
the star field

*     *     *

I want to fly —
a sky cinder

I want to burn —
pure light energy

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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