This little cloud

With it's papery lungs

Went up in cinders at it's first breath...

It couldn't hold the light from the prairie fire burning brightly below

Gangling... breathing hard, the fawn

She took a cautious step then spilled full frame into the kitchenette,,,

Feet slippery from the ash

The glass snake cut the ash...

Carved ribbons around the smolderings...

Only to tie a knot at my feet in a pool of gasoline

The pines went up with a "hush"

Then slow-burned, whimpering

I was a flurry of cinders pulled in ribbons from the car

You were tiny anchors at my sleeve