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Burning

by RJ Gryder

Artwork by Allison Rowe


Don’t worry so much
about the smoke
it billows and smothers
but then floats away.

Don’t cry so much
about the heat
it presses down heavy
but your bones aren’t ice.

Don’t run my dear
from ashes gray
they swirl like snow
but soon melt away.

Just watch, sweet child
as our world burns
and these tongues of fire
won’t swallow us whole.


Published inPoetryChapel Hill

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