After fire -making for by Beverley Bie Brahic (from July 28, 2008, click her title here to see orig post)
What body will rain
crave
on the roof
play of love
one steals
Oak-shy,
bark white as
stark
starlings dry as tender
Shoulders, fire, ash
night
coming to know
leaf
applies to sting
Ferns, twig, feather
circle of thirst
stripped
to stone
The outer layers
underneath
an only
spark
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