across the fields of stubble
flame stalks flame
David Cobb
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I have prepared for the fire
With green overalls
And yellow suede, gardening gloves
Yet I am not ready for the fire
First I need another’s validation
That it is the right thing to do
That removal serves a useful purpose
And the building
Which would surely follow
Could become a place of love
For without such assurance
There seems to be little point
In progressing with what could be
A shared-life adventure