SER CHISPA
we shove empty bottles into flames
until they glow red orange and weird
dripping into strange shapes
clouds of sparks whirl and rise
into branches above us
elizabeth says they are tree spirits
released into air
when logs burn
chispa sagrada
they melt holes
into my fleece
in this forest that glitters
with frost
elizabeth pokes at coals
to mold melting glass
into a sculpture
of sand and fire
an offering
to all that sparkles
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Published in The Peralta Press: A West Coast Literary Journal
we shove empty bottles into flames
until they glow red orange and weird
dripping into strange shapes
clouds of sparks whirl and rise
into branches above us
elizabeth says they are tree spirits
released into air
when logs burn
chispa sagrada
they melt holes
into my fleece
in this forest that glitters
with frost
elizabeth pokes at coals
to mold melting glass
into a sculpture
of sand and fire
an offering
to all that sparkles
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Published in The Peralta Press: A West Coast Literary Journal