Burning the tissues

This entry is part 30 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


In a snow-bound ring of stones,
I am burning all the tissues
from my recent cold.

The sun beats down. Fallen twigs
and leaves are melting themselves
into form-fitting graves.

A flat wing of ash floats up
and hangs in the air
like a famous last word.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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