in a lot of dirt we used for a garden,
one by one I tossed the papers in
along with the envelops that held them,
sitting in the green plastic chair, I
watched the papers turn black and
curl around the edges as the flames
changed it texture and appearance;
No thoughts entered my head as to
what I was burning or why or what
the documents used to represent...
for me, it was a task that just needed
to be done and it was decided that I
would do it today when the wind
was not as strong as it used to be...
smoke would move in my direction
and to the other side of the pit I
would move, poking and proding
and turning the papers over so that
they would burn throughout... it was
a mildly warm day and the heat from
the fire got me hotter that I would
have liked and the smell of smoke
stuck to the fabric of my clothes and
all I could do was wonder why I had
ever started smoking in the first place.
22 October 2022
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