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Controlled Burn

Posted on 02.14.17 by VoiceCatcher

by Linda Drach

Three flannel girls
long hair in red bandanas.

Constellations crackle
in the black nylon sky.

Sparks. Starlit whispers.
So many rules and all
our failures.

Sticky pitch, pinecones:
Daddy worries about us.

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