9/18/2023

Opening Tercet for a Back Country Villanelle

My leather heart paper weight, 


two repeating rhymes chambered


in a wilderness on fire.


[LSS, 9/18/23]


Fire Finder


Ash falling on our faces, 

smears of asemic verse 


Emily Dickinson could have deciphered 


without ever having to climb 

this fire tower.


[LSS, 9/18/23]

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