test

Autum wind sweeps through the pines;
Blazing a trail,
up the steep mountain
to the heart of the fire-dancer.
She is young and untested,
skilled but not fully trained.
Dry corn stalks piled high are up-atop the mountain
She dances atop the steep mountain
She whirls and twirls and sings a word
The wind races & swirls
and the dry corn stalks burst into flame
Now she is skilled, trained, & tested.
skyfire 1996

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