Firewoman Shimmies at Canyon Mouth Park

Your hair—slicked flame spikes. You built this blaze

beside the shoals to mirror their brash shine.

Scavenging downed wood along the water’s edge,

collecting branches up the pass— sunshine’s spring splurge—

our daughters found tangled nests— driftwood globes—

balled stakes, stems, moss and trash—fuel for fire shine. Continue reading “5 Poems by Laura Secord” →