red clay, yellow maize, blue water

“Bush Fire”

The angry sun, red harsh
glows with sharp purpose
brightly colored dark limbs
rising cadence of sharp steel.

Smoke moves in coils, viper
tongues licking at stalks cut down
and streaming into woven baskets
carried high on proud skulls.

Staccato syllables rapid flicker
of fingers, deals made timeless
echoes of past, and future
hungers that never cease.

Thick clouds billow, release life
on cracked skin, smiles, I stare
captured by rolling hips now
thoughts of you keep sleep away.


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