When the Sage Burns

Copyright H. E. Remus 2015
Copyright Corissa Haury 2015

by Corissa Haury

when the sage burns to ash
and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot

turn white and black and soft—

like the feather of a dove
that you found upon the ground
one day when you were young;

and the world was soft as
that feather, soft as
that ash of sage, soft as

that green smoky smell which fills your nostrils
even as the fire dies

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

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