When a wildfire starts

it looks pretty


flashing flames

consuming deadened crops

and useless grasses

useful, really, 

the wildfire


there's a certain beauty 

in destruction

it's only when it's too late

I see the danger

run too fast

trip too much

my shoelaces start

to smolder

I climb a lonely tree

and wonder if

it'll be enough


you are mine.

began as innocent

pretty, mesmerizing

and it's too late

to run

I tripped too much

until I fell too hard


I pray you won't consume me

but I know you probably will.