brush and weeds
burn, transformed into heat
and glowing coals.
i sip a coke
and poke at embers, hoping
to spark a flame.
the sun skates below
a long line of sand pines,
a chill wind blows
smoke in my face
as another faithless day
bleeds into night.
i dream of flight,
of sailing weightless
through blazing skies
beyond horizon’s reach
to finally meet
her raging seas,
and diving deep beneath
blue waves, melt
in her embrace.
