Hephestian tongues advance
licking the furrowed trunks of the jack-pine,
blistering in the scorching heat
---a caustic baptistery.
The thin column of smoke rising,
unhindered on a windless day.
Skyward, wings flit,
to and fro, obscured
by the shimmering haze, this inferior mirage.
Seen in part,
this flame deluge
but scores the earth a dreadful scar
yet from this consuming fire
brings a loosening
of resinous bonds
and the flutter
of a thousand anxious wings
bursting forth in flight
to greet the northern sky.
Born in new shoots
and tender stalks,
is the splendid alchemy
of eucatastrophic design
---boreal resurrection.
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