by Aaron Fernando
when kindling burns,
every person who sees it
thinks of ashes
destruction
beauty.
when kindling burns,
its scent makes its way
into every crevice
pothole
home.
when kindling burns,
the smell reminds me of
of nights away
nights upstate
nights here.
when kindling burns,
i pull the covers tight
and think of campfires
crickets
beauty,
and not of the store two blocks away
slowly burning to the ground.
