Soul-fire Birches

Long tall birches line the forest

Floors and skies with plain white

Shades of blacks and grays. Shores

Reflected in the dwindling sun


That stretches itself long like

Glowing shadow before sinking

Down at rivers edge–waters flowing

Shallow and deep. Fragrant poppies


Blow their sweet scent toward

Now muted birches mixing grace with

Sorrow and beauty with pain. They

Tell a story of a fleet of long lost


Souls who moved through dust

And storm to find relief and rest–

But not one of them can do a thing

To unburden the packs of their heavy


Laden eyes and dust covered ankles.

They rest their tired heads on trunks

Of paper before they realize the

Harm has already been done–


Will never be undone.


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