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Fire Bush
By Paul Cameron Brown
If flies be dragons
and they may you know.
In large desiccated brambles
where wasps go
involuntary blue-green coelacanths
these Devil's Darning Needles
wedge in Flying Circuses
frame pale diaphanous wet green sky
as shooting columns
twig and Rock Face.
There, fire-bush
entrance scrapes paler wax
green fronds then
Blue Holes into canopies
thru the stars.
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