single minded

I remember the fires that came
through this field. the winter dead sunflowers
folding at last to rest, fence posts
wearing thinner with each lick, and
the sky pillowed with rich black smoke
rising until caught by a single minded breeze.
when the dry summer stretches out to meet
idle hands we are hidden below
the horizon of the grass. I am anchored by your nearness
and the small touch of your fingers
when passing the cigarette back and forth.
your eyes are lost in something hidden by the cloudless blue sky,
mine are consumed by yours



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