Out Like a Lamb

Burn, Finale

Heat that holds Daystar herself
in grasping scalded hands...

her looonng and sunny hippie hug
a gasp, a last hurrah, a heavy press

of melting, ember red, of power
(perhaps the very last press)

this day, this hour, minute, micro
seconds til her coooool relenting.


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Warm Up #2 -
Write a short poem about the weather wherever you are today!