Hills change in fire
Yes, even I have it
the flame in mornings
early and hard to resist
the later you leave it
My hand holds to match
lighting valleys
across my palm.
Dies in the wind
spreads with the wind.
What choices!
How long lasts
fire smell within
old memories, grounds.
It leaps days.
Jill Jones
Surry Hills 12 October 2005
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