I will burn down to the edge of the highway

A fire barely contains the rituals of late spring

Leaving everything behind in my blackened path

Waiting for at last the light and seeds to grow

Hardest part of life is leaving everything aside

Sometimes you have to lose something

Have to realize what you had to leave behind

Never burning anything outside your own boundaries

You always remember being left with the same taste

On the tip of your very own tongue and in your eyes

On your clothes as well as ……on your face

The sun becomes a tangerine smear against the horizon

And then there is a strawberry moon born in June