Darkness unrolls over the west
like black nylons, one over the other.
Fire leaps from the stalks
of the desert spoon.
The breeze massages juniper
and pinyon sticks
into a jag of sparks.
Folding fire into itself for hours
teasing out more flames.
Light spasms of space junk
pierce the atmosphere
and steal attention from the blaze.
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