Flame
Drifting, she passes through the frame.
Reshapes borders, edges.
The way smoke scribes a letter in the sky with
gases and particulates. Intractable. Impermanent.
But not like a risen corpse
yet to accept its body’s stilling, or
the flooded creek’s waters taking
a house and the family within. Some things
are explainable. This morning you drained
the sink, and thunder set off a neighbor’s alarm.
From every moment, a second emerges.
Picture a man lighting a candle where a home once stood.
“Flame” is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for order now via Amazon.com and Finishing Line Press.
O at the Edges 
Wow!
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Thank you.
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In my hands as we speak. Or type. (And about to read!)
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Glad it’s finally there, Ken. Thank you!
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Just wanted to say that I have nominated your blog for the Versatile Blogger & Blogger Recognition Awards. I linked your page on my recent posting 🙂
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Thank you, Emma-May. I appreciate the nomination, but alas I can’t participate – I simply don’t have the time.
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No worries. I guessed that not everyone could post a return in nominations, I just wanted to let people know of your blog. Hope you have a great day 🙂
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Thank you for your support!
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Stunning last line
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Thank you, Derrick.
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