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There Is Fire
Dec 7, 2020
She watches orange paper lanterns
reach across the twilight pond
each falling — one by one —
in a soft wind extinguished
and submerged, except for a
single lantern
in missing man formation
that lingers in the current
before a sudden sigh of flame
throws up firefly embers
that fade in the cold, young
wishes slipping to space.
I’m watching her grow up
right now by this water,
releasing lanterns like I release
her — into the water,
the wind, the dark, the flame.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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