“red ant fires”

red ant fires smolder in the georgia dust

and the droning sound of pollinators

it trickles through the air

like summer balloons on an evening sky

 

the old orchards have fallen to decay

the fruit is bitter and flush with the taste of sin

 

there are gravestones that stretch in glimmering white

so plainly beautiful and bursting with emotion

 

it all unfolds like a dreamscape

childhood vacations etched in memory

 

and all along the coast

among the grass and swaying palms

the sand is built of castles

we are kings upon our thrones

 

but the sodden wheels of time

they have drenched our dreaming wheels

 

for now we talk when once we tumbled

and pray when once we slept

 

we have been cast out from our ocean

our toes beneath the foam

and we wonder why this happened

how we came to know this home

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/25/14

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