Gasoline

From a first line poem starter by Juan Wynn of “Anchoring My Words” came this poem:


I knew a girl
who left a trail of gasoline
everywhere she went;
through villages, towns and cities,
from port-of-call to port-of-call,
across fields and rivers

Prepared the hearth
with sweet smiles and winks
built the pyres with touches and smiles,
then moved on to the next

Each point across the map,
ready to ignite
and the trail grows,
unknown to her?
Is it by design,
or simply in her genes?

I knew a girl
who left a trail of gasoline
everywhere she went,
and one day the pattern
across the land
will burn with
flames of love,
left and forgotten


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