She imagined she saw
the clouds catch fire
an unlikely conflagration
in the western sky
mountains & valleys absorbed
by violet pools of rarified air
at dawn her candle burns
still in the dark wisdom
a lingering dream
of half-remembered freedom
perhaps time is an estuary
exhaling a mist of fragile hopes
ebbing & flowing with the tides
channels opaque as miracles
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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