July Poem 17

I was losing track of the conversation.

Pliny the Younger and I were quick

To rip down the flier

Before it was his turn again.

 

Flames full of over the top action.

If you want the flame to run, paper burns faster.

 

Tommy lit a match and dabbed the story,

The commandment, and turned it in his fingers.

 

Daughter pictures thought they had

Set trees up in the way but instead

Arranged them on the floor where they were

Made into a possibility of the other side.

 

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