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The Flames of Our Youth

Fiery young poetry

Sizzles like a flaming dish

Brought quickly to the table.

It is only after flames collapse

In a lingering glow—

A dark haunting of fire—

That we accept a portion,

Let it cool slightly on our plates,

Savor the aroma’s ascent,

Take its warm body into our own.

                            --Linda Brown Holt

Posted on Monday, May 31, 2010 at 07:46AM by Registered CommenterLinda Brown Holt | CommentsPost a Comment

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