New life

Venturing out, green, red, orange. The smell. Soil.

Fire and ice. Inside outside. All around.

Foliage, hanging. Growing, Weeping.

Our hearts, growing, weeping, hanging …

Out. Vulnerable. That thing that they said you weren’t, then used against you.

Now safe. Open.

Dancing like the fire, woman-flames, naked, weaving, warming, burning, destroying.

Old and new, created. Fire, the destroyer and creator.

A story some day. They walk through the rubble, fresh, green shoots up through cracked concrete.

That one way, life. Chernobyl.

Pushing against our own destruction.


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