SKY FIRE

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This poem is white lightning

in a gunmetal sky, 

striking a lone twisted pine

on cracked parched earth,

the tree briefly aflame, 

then ashes.

This poem is a small autistic boy

with no speech, a big will,

an aging grandmother,

and Tomorrow looming.

This poem is an old woman

pondering two unrelated thoughts,

primed at a faltering pump, 

and glistening with life's tears,

because the story 

in all three stanzas 

is the same.

for dverse where Claudia  encourages us to use strong metaphors without employing "like" or "as". I chose Hannah's boomerang metaphor form as the easiest way to do this.