The Flames of Our Youth
Fiery young poetry
Sizzles like a flaming dish
Brought quickly to the table.
It is only after flames collapse
In a lingering glow—
A dark haunting of fire—
That we accept a portion,
Let it cool slightly on our plates,
Savor the aroma’s ascent,
Take its warm body into our own.
--Linda Brown Holt
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