Fire Pine

I have burnt down the trees
that grew behind

her eyes –
But it was not
from malice;

even the lone stag
calling for its mate
understands

it was the need of heat
to free the prisoners
She calls back to him

from a burnt thicket
her pelt wet
from the rain

that has just
started falling
that sends up

twirling ribbons
of steam-
in an opening

filled with
its long

slow hiss

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