Vox Populi

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Kristofer Collins: Burning

for Margaret Bashaar

 

You are reciting poems as the Braddock Avenue trees

litter pink buds all over, or perhaps you are dreaming.

These million floating poems carry your full heart

in every red line. Over there they still make the stuff

to raise bridges and skyscrapers, they forge the steel

we sign this earth with. Someday you and I will share

such wine words will stain our tongues. Our dreams

will glow like the red melt of a mountain;

this world’s core spilling from our mouths beautiful

and burning.


 

Copyright 2017 Kristofer Collins

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Credit: Hunt Stained Glass Studio, Pittsburgh

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This entry was posted on April 6, 2018 by in Environmentalism, Opinion Leaders, Poetry and tagged , , , .
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