Credit: Cameron Strandberg
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afire they emerge.
flares of apricot and apple and corn yellow.
taste earth from where they appear.
flames drip through their fingertips.
shooting stars of heat bleed versus slate sky
.
earth sings in all her magnificence.
finally birthed once again
.
from ground up they go beyond into sky.
arms splay out broad to.
accept all that is to come
.
wind begins to dance and.
brown leaves take flight.
spin and tumble over one another
.
twirl to satisfy shooting stars and.
return to their chartreuse state
.
flames no longer consume dirt however.
shroud them.
emanate them.
include them.
discharge them.
omit them
.
never ever has earth burned.
an emerald gem stunning as day she stands.
still untouched untarnished.
without mar or scar.
Replenished and.
renourished
.
unbeknownst to most.
fire is really cleaning.
did you understand that a forest must burn to be totally free?
.
That it did.
stars burst from trees.
birds flock a-troposphere.
midnight wings beat against mineral gloom.
fog smoked clouds stick in air
.
together.
one mind one spirit.
they burned and burned.
they blazed and blazed.
they gleamed and glared.
a blaze of suns
.
did you know the sun is the brightest star?
but on this day it does not shine
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Initially from Jamaica, Brianna Brown is a trainee at Barnard College, where theyre learning Environment and Sustainability. Learn more of their poems here.
Wildfire
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Brianna Brown|November 12, 2021