Where There's Smoke

A careless spark

Floats

Across the sky

With the innocence

Of an angel

With the potential

Of the wrath of God.

This tiny ember

Lacks intelligence

Lacks reason;

But suggests imminent possibility.

The spark has been representative

Of many things

In human nature.

We metaphor-ize it

Make it into

Something more

Than a flaming piece of ash.

This aforementioned spark occurs

In a clash of emotion

Between two bodies

Of a less than celestial kind.

It lights the fire of passion

And appears in the eyes

Of souls filled with fury.

As the spark lit

The world

For the earliest of men,

It now lights

The cook tops

And barbeques

And home heating systems

Which separate us

From the prehistoric brutes.

We’re cleaner,

Maybe more complex

With smarts we choose to ignore,

But altogether,

We haven’t changed much.

Just like

That itty bitty spark.

It’s usage has only grown.

Search the internet

To define the word

“spark”

And you will find that a “spark”

Is

But is not limited to,

An incandescent particle,

A flash of light,

A seed or germ,

An author,

(Nicholas Sparks,

And I spark, too.)

A lover,

A trace of vitality,

And with an ‘s’ on the end,

A radio operator.

On a ship.

Known as a “sparks.”

To spark is to illuminate

To activate,

Initiate,

To set in motion,

Kindle,

To give off sparks,

And stimulate.

To spark is to woo,

To spark is to spur.

The spark begins

The spark

Is light

Which burns the same

As the day it first appeared.

The spark

Floats

Across the sky

With the innocence

Of an angel

With the potential

Of the wrath of God.

The spark lands

Perhaps by fate

Upon the dry leaves

Of an old dead oak

Amidst its living family.

The spark bites in

With age old hunger.

The spark begins

The wildfire.

The End

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