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Signal Fire

by David Sparenberg 07-01-1998
A poem

I have come forth
to set my heart
on the ground

and to make a small
signal fire,
mixing smoke
with dust and clouds.

The blue-white
flame, with the orange
aura, bright
as the blood oranges
of the south,

will be the burning
of my soul.
How long
does a soul endure
in a changing place?