Issue 13
Lure
Ira Slotkin
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Moth
I have seen you
flirting with the uncertain
firelight,
a momentary, flickering image,
dancing, flame licked,
here. Gone.
So I return to this spot
at the edge of your
lush, dark forest --
a squatter
quietly collecting kindling,
cradling tinder in cupped hands,
puffing gently, steadily on the spark,
adding twigs, sticks, small branches.
Coaxing the pyre,
hoping that
lusting, lured by the light,
hungry for the heat
you will show yourself again,
so I can throw myself into your
flame.
~Ira Slotkin
Ira Slotkin writes, "I am a Social Worker, poet and essayist. I live in Denver with my almost 6 year old son Luis and our cat Ruby." Email.
© 2003 by Ira Slotkin. All Rights Reserved.
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