hey guys! been a while...felt like rambling...

spark!..

and the wonderful burst closed its flaming wings.


But forever there remains the smoke (and ashes!) that scatter the ground.
into a million (and maybe more) pieces.


What is this??! she cries in soaking clothes.
t his happened when the rain began to pour down in the park.

being in wet clothes was not so bad, after all after all after all... but what to make of the smoke?

why does it sift through the morning air and my morning cup and my morning memory.
wheredid it go
where did it go
wheredidit go?
where diditgo
where did it go
where did it go?

that burst of light and heat was so wonderful!

(and) wishing wasn't working.

So she became quiet.
no more crying out questions. never mind their laughter.
never mind that they may ignore you. (this is good?)

there was smoke. and lively ashes all around...
and that was all that mattered.
there was a flame, a spark. s p a r k.
it will be quiet.
run to the room
run to the church
run to the school
run to the end of the line
run, for walking often does not satisfy.

and that was why.