fire

tip-toeing through tulips
sweat beads and drips
down my forehead,
slides erratically down my back.

i shield my eyes from the glare
and wish for the middle of the lake.

walking up the bluffs
climbing over the rocks
we descend upon the wildness
and spread ourselves like
the sky on the earth.

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