Freedom is ignited
by the flames of a forest fire.
freedom is ignited by the crimson orange flames
of the latest forest fire.
freedom is the metamorphosis of the evergreen pines
of the san bernadino mountains
reborn into fragile cracking tree stumps
whose skin comes off like cigarette ash at the brush
of our fingertips.
freedom is the scraps of ashy gray tree bark
like shards of glass crackling under the pressure
of each of our steps.
freedom is chasing after a mountain blue jay
who dances and sings for the sky without now a branch to perch on
rhythmically beating his wings in his own couplets of poetry—
the blue jay, the trees reborn into dust like cigarette ash
the ashy gray tree bark like shards of glass shattering
beneath the pressure of each of our steps.
freedom is what remains after the crimson orange forest fire.
About the Creator
Grant Wrich
Hey guys, thank you for checking out my page! I'm a queer poet based in Las Vegas, Nevada who also currently works as a barista. I hope you guys enjoy my work! Also feel free to check out my Instagram page, @gwrich.poetry
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