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.