Little Radiating Fires

4/9/21, 9/20/21

Little radiating fires
in kitchen stoves
behind locked doors
not to be heard,
eventually dimmed,
to a silent cry
where big thoughts
lay out to die.

It saw the big picture —
ash-fault just there.
Worry ‘bout worrying,
crumble with care.

Promises in the stars,
named after me
in egotistical ways
as I hold your hand
and it sways
to the night —
stuck on repeat.
Never it stops,
it can skip ‘n hop,
but at the end —
when all said
and all metallic
they’ll be little
little
radiating fires,
laying out to die.