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Sonnet on Preventing Forest Fires
It’s birth, like most directionless sparks
Lay dormant upon the forest floor
A smile, leading tone, gravid remarks
Oxygenates the ember rapport
With room consumed by assuming wood
Fueled by familiar flirts as kindling
Framework aflash, scorched likelihood
Chances to save our thicket dwindling
The spark takes our grove, a larcenist
With I, the unwitting arsonist.
Posted for NaPoWriMo’s Day 23 sonnet prompt. I wasn’t going to try a sonnet today. I’ve done them before, but for some reason, I thought I lacked the patience to confine myself to a form right now. But I took a crack at it, and I think it came out OK.