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A spark lifts up from a meadow . . . . - Weebly.com
by Charlene Anderson
A spark lifts up from a meadow in Golden Gate Park.
Flames lick and lap through the dry grass,
and crackle, sizzle in the trees.
The drought has made it even here: it now is everywhere.
The Bridge hums. Engineers can’t figure why
this latest retrofit made it moan and buzz,
and maybe even sing.
But something must have changed: the wind was always there.
After a time of prolonged dryness, deadness, drought,
the fire races through the Park, and soon surrounds, engulfs us;
and the wind, screaming through the structure of the Bridge,
tears into, through, the framework of our lives.
This has always been a city of upheaval,
not—as so long falsely advertised—of peace and harmony.
With luck, the burning/blasting will ignite/upend,
and cause the city, and our lives too,
to fall to pieces once again.
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