There were chinks in the fabric of the twilight trees, little sparks of fire, like the tip of a match at the moment when a flame is sparked---Whoosh! Pop! Fizz!
Joyride at Spank the Carp
I have a new poem online at a journal called Spank the Carp. Here's the link for the poem: http://www.spankthecarp.com/issue41_cresser.html