fire takes many forms
it comes to an open heart
it grabs an unsuspecting ankle
it throws you down the stairs
it lies and accuses a disbelieving mind
it purrs like a kitten
and bites like a scorpion
under fire looks like a sweet bowl of pudding
and sinks like quicksand
it comes in words and dynamite
it comes with shrapnel and diatribe
under fire
getting used to living
under fire
judih
feb 2/09