Issue 7:
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Bob Mustin
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Fire
Odd to feel redrawn to fire
as if it were a new conception -
not a tender campfire, more like
the all-consuming magnetism
the moth knows on a summer night,
though perhaps I've seen too much already;
the ordinary should not be this new,
this dreamscape, this impenetrable darkness.
These insect ghosts I watch, they trim
their dusty sails and disappear,
first into shadows, then into flames,
and I wonder if their lust
is unlike ours - chasing dreams
into the night until, at last,
we surrender to their strangeness,
we fly too close and become fire.
~Bob Mustin
Bob Mustin has had poetry published since 1974 with recent acceptances by Poetry Motel, eye rhyme and The Comstock Review.
© 2001 by Bob Mustin. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 30, 2002.