A low-flying helicopter
took minds off
a fiery mountain
about to collapse

tempers,
were restless volcanoes,
on a simple issue, dared explode
precious serenity crumbled.


brushes of April winds, fanned
dying embers of bonfire-d days,
revived, and turned them into waves
of red and orange.

hours passed so slow,
silent fires, brightly glowed
all day long......in the mind,
chaos was resurrected.

it was evening in the living room
windows were widely opened,
yet, the whole house was an oven,
everything was hot......hot words,
hot temperature...hot eyes...hot heads
the heat conquered...dwelt in the heads.

soul, became a still life next to the wall
heart rebelled.....vowed never to fall.
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sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   July 5, 2021