Bushes Grow Fire

Sam Kimberle
Nov 6 · 1 min read
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The bushes are on fire
and no one seems to notice
the flames that rise
through their branches
and singe as they fall
into crimson puddles
all over the ground
and the street has seen
these flames before —
they are familiar
with the death and
destruction
that comes and goes
faster than it takes
to stop — to know
that the bushes
are growing flames
that ignite in our eyes
if we choose to see them.

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Sam Kimberle

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Perpetual student, searching for my ikigai. I am an Artist in artistic recovery care of Julia Cameron. Top writer in poetry. ❤️POM-Poet!❤️

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