Your Fire

Scorch
earth or skin,
burn
bridge or eyes.

What you
do with your fire
is yours
to choose —

put it out, even,
or confine it
to a hearth
and home. Pick

a commonplace
for it or
go on and bust 
the box, let flame roll

across
metaphorical
prairie,
metaphysical

skyline. Or
put it out, quench it,
drown it,
smother it — 

not my flame circus,
not my
hot monkey
to tame. Only this:

if it dies
unheeded, the cold
you feel will be
forever.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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