Chase Fire Poems

I see myself in her,
yet, she is nothing but stone
at the bottom of a dark well
in the rain
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Thinking
about the future
under midnight rain…
the same moon
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Our wishes climb
on snowflakes,
reaching for distant stars—
my frozen breath
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The glow
in her eyes…
I watch the sun fall
into distant lands
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In a candlelit forest
I sketch the faces
of ancient trees...
my brand-new notebook
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Midnight rain
ending the drought-
outside of the mine
a cart fills
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In a blooming garden
old gnomes tinker
with the broken mechanisms
of a dead man’s pocket watch…
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Evaporated sin
rains from bloodshot clouds
to touch me again—
my reflection appears
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Reading the graffiti
on the walls of my old house—
how easily
my childhood chalk art
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Strings of stars hang
between abandoned skyscrapers…
like the web of a long dead architect’s
imagination,
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