Corral Fire on the Scratch Gravel Hills | Georg Sperle

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Flames, like individuals, flickered, crowned

the hills. A new civilization, I took their census

and my eyes wished, as the stampede


roiled in wait, to unfold–to see the birthplace

of ash, its unifying intimate process.

The crackling clung still, only to the comfort


of the hills. If, instead, the cascade’s cavalry

trampled our homes, would the flames leave

me, a seed, unburdened?

    Nuptials nourished in the wake.

Georg Sperle is a poet from the PNW. He, his fiancée, and two cats live in Portland where he received his MFA in Creative Writing from Portland State University. @georgsperle on Twitter

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