on the winds


By Mike O’Connell
winds carry memories
of fierce fires
not angry
doing what they do
madness dissipates
in smokes
in compressed tornados
full of fury
ghosts of chimneys
marking the boundaries
of available fuel
fire fighters
beating the blaze
smothering the monsters
with water and sweat
fires doomed from the beginning
huffing until their
hearts are extinguished
their will expires
and they wither once again
waiting in the winds
for a spark to fly
and set them free
to burst upon the earth
spreading ash to table tops
a thousand years away
where losses linger
grief transferred in
scorched photos
the only survivors
of the flames


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