Day 52 of 100 Poems/100 Days

Firefighter

Tongue into trumpet,
I finally set the dream free.

It followed me through a house of ash,
chased me like a school child,
and I taught it the name of things –

Like that place behind your heart,
or that movement of our hands
and your dance so soft I mistook it for the wind.

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