dispatching tiny rubbish (and things like that)

Poem #22 from Small Town Kid

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it was only
meant to be
a tiny fire
to rid us of
small rubbish
and things like that

but the wet
and the wind
made burning tough
and an accelerant
is supposed
to do things

how was I to know
there could be danger
from conflagration
leaping up
a petrol spout

and how was I to know
that green grass
could burn
as fast as dry
or that flame
would have a life
all of its own

I was only
tiny rubbish

being helpful

and things like that

© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 23: facade catches


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