Today's poem is by Terry Blackhawk
The Burn
I saw it once in a sycamore
at a fishing spot near the lagoon,
one of the tree's three trunks combustingfrom withinflames inexplicably
licking out into the otherwise
cool and moisture-laden autumn air.Perhaps a cigarette or careless
spark set it ablaze, though the pulsing
seemed to swell from its core. An innerrot may have ripened it for burning.
They say fire in the wood's a fiction,
but I know what I saw. Like some scars,I cherished that burn. I did not try
to put it out but kept circling back
months, yearsto investigate the char.
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Copyright © 2012 Terry Blackhawk All rights reserved
from The Light Between
Wayne State University Press
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