poem: fire inside

Fires inside —
what to expect when
everywhere is burning
and blue skies turn
pink and red for days,
while our hearts sing
more evidence of truth
than one might bear
urgently
for years.

As if all that smoke
was not just smoke, or
enough to fill sour rounds.
When the rain here pours
its odour is orange
reflects the sky in puddles
of you and me
and our fire insides —
may we learn to use them
for better or for worse.

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Categorized as Poetry

By Darian Razdar

Writer, researcher, and artist with an activist bent.