Fire Hazard


As I walked home from the open mic,
My head was on fire with poetry.
Then the heavens opened,
The rain hissed as it hit me.
Extinguishing my spark,
Sending me running for home.
Where still dripping, my hand,
Reached instinctively for my pen.
And as I wrote I began,
To smoulder again.

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