Laura Schuler

the Land
awaits a spark
a careless match
lightning strike
cigarette butt
a careless

Even so
the People
grown brittle
with conflicts
in their politics
kindle in piles
at their limits
to explode
at a word

the World
heats toward
the flash`point
of conflagration
A rock in hand
Cain waits for
Abel to turn
his back

While at Eden’s gate the Angel
with a flaming`sword watches


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Wild`Fire

  1. unfortunately holds truth


  2. I pray for a cooling rain – (though we seem to be getting plenty out here)


  3. This is very powerful, Peter.


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