FACING FIRE

If you have a match

I have the matches

Kindle those profiles

Watch the smoke

Drifting toward heaven

We can’t live this way?

Maybe we can.

Facing fire with photos

Long buried in the sand.

Did you ever meet a lover?

In a lap top coffee house?

At the end of a mouse?

Or smoking in the bathroom

At the Junior Prom?

So what strikes you?

What ignites you?

The desire to fit a mold?

The hope, to fail at not wasting life

Reading between the lines

If you have a match

I have the matches