By Loreal Barker-Brown
~one or two things come from a fire,
if you feel really real, it defines you further, or burns
away any false pretense, but also
a fire hurts, it scorches your definition of
good. where did you go,
you ask
of your things, your people. you wonder how you
can get
up from a fire, well sometimes it takes years
for the new
green to show itself, like a firefly, bottle green,
here a little shoot, a little sprig… a kiss on the cheek,
from your eyes to water
the new, new place you have made after the
fire. & your spirit now firefly & bottle green
begins to see, nothing is
unquenchable, not you
& not the fire.~
-L