The Fire This Time
By Harryette Mullen

Cave Canem
A poet's retreat
A safe house
A poet's sanctuary

Cave Canem
The poets are dreaming
When a loud noise wakes us
I grab my words and run

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A dog is barking
A fire is starting
The poets are awakened

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The fire is spreading
Detroit's ears are burning
The poets are wide awake

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