Night writing, Kansas

NaPoWriMo_Day 2

The prairie fire
is so bright
even the stars
turn to look.

I look for its starter
or someone tending it.

No one.

It advances
one slow step.

Once-tall grasses
are reduced to nubs.

Smoke trails out
over the hills.

I know there is a poem here
hiding around the unburned edges.

Instead I stare.

Whatever I wrote
would be illegible
in daylight.

  1. skyllairae said:

    I love the last lines of this poem!

  2. Harriet Ann Ellenberger said:

    I think I love all the lines of this poem, and the title, and the image. Thanks … I explore everything on your site a bit at a time; it’s a big pleasure, in fact.

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