Burning Eucalyptus Trees

Burning Eucalyptus trees

Well branches, but all the same to me

My hands are heavy,

A can in my left

Heart in my right.

Its nearly summer,

I can tell by the sudden lavender sky.

I’m used to isolation,

Don’t get me wrong

It’s just, never been government enforced before.

I’ve lost a couple of them now,

A fire that burned passionately

But burned out too quickly.

I hope I can see the outline of their figure again,

in the smoke, dancing as I drink.

I don’t hope, I know.

Like how Prometheus gave fire to the humans,

Despite the wrath of Olympus

He gave me light,

Even though his nature sought otherwise.

Maybe I’m being too romantic.

I’m just sitting in the garden,

Burning Eucalyptus trees

Well branches, but all the same to me.

(April 2020)