Grieve

Shooting through the sky lightning soars to scorch a tree

A scoop of ice cream drips its way onto the unforgiving sidewalk

A merry kite now tangled in the thickness of a  tree

Smooth black thorns drawing blood

The smear of what was alive seen through your rear view mirror

Burning fire engulfing this poem

And I have told you this to make you grieve

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