It Is Dark so I Made Me a Torch

for Yuyu

The Nepalese man told me kindly

to burn down my house, with an open

~

invitation to write poetry

in the Himalayas.  We could watch flowers grow

out to ice capped mountains in the sparkling

brilliance of  sunrise.  I giggled in a whisper,

~

It started smoldering

last night.  It smelled of sage and Nag Champa.

~

The air tasted of truffles.

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1 Comment

  1. beautifully done. there is a spot I identify with however but my thought is full of sarcasm. god said, i’m going to burn down your house of comfort, and he did…hahaha.


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