Something’s burning in the distance
Shiny gilt like candle light
Just a flicker that reminds me
What is hidden never dies
And they sense it and they see it
Sometimes they even hear it
But they let it be
Because it’s easier that way
Flames that travel slowly
Leave it for another day
But there’s a wildfire waiting to spread
Withering in the branches
Tainting the air we breathe
There’s a wildfire that’s alarmingly red
And it grows with every word left unsaid
When inches turn to acres
And smoke begins to permeate
When rivers turn to vapor
They’ll let it be
Because it’s just too late
But there’s a problem in the distance
Calling out like dynamite
Just a vision that reminds me
What is hidden never dies
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Ingrid Hoyos
Former journalist. Freelance writer. Perpetually curious. Painfully creative. Poetry is my outlet.
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This is a very nice work! I like the line "calling out like dynamite" that's powerful.