Linger Lost and Found

This is the first time
I get to see an engine
leave Fire Station #1. A one
alarmer. No more drags

and still I can’t extinguish
those flames swooning
in my head. No smoke
billows out—all in my head.

Out of nowhere the scent
from that bonfire I started
almost twenty years gets retrapped
in nostril cross hairs—stories to be retold.

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