Friday, 16 September 2016

A request

I'd request
just a single blade of grass
tossed into our furnace
to burn
like the wings of a butterfly
ensnared in a spider's web
but remain trapped in a field which,
though lush and green
stretching as far as
my arms reaching out to you,
snuffs out any spark
before I even strike flit to steel.

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