Smoke and smolder

Smoke, until the sun turns red and the heart is ablaze. Smoldering through plants and soil, helpful and unhelpful books, friends and evenings. Ungraspable, recoiling from prickly touch, fanning flames, keep from catching fire.

Smolder through another day, burning away thoughts of procreation, creation, endless toil with and without purpose, a steamy planet adrift and doomed, an invitation to make what can be made of an afternoon.