If flies be dragons
and they may you know.
In large desiccated brambles
where wasps go
involuntary blue-green coelacanths
these Devil's Darning Needles
wedge in Flying Circuses
frame pale diaphanous wet green sky
as shooting columns
twig and Rock Face.
There, fire-bush
entrance scrapes paler wax
green fronds then
Blue Holes into canopies
thru the stars.
Fire Bush
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: fire, sky, face, devil, large, I love you, I miss you, blue, green, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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