We who Stare at Flames Upon that distant sun that we call perfection, the sirens howl our name, beckoning a new rotation. What fleeting clouds must we traverse to softly stumble upon sweet starbursts? We who stare at flames dare not drop the quill, for if we do not bear witness, who, dear souls, ever will?
D.L. Lang served as Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California (2017-2019). She is the author of thirteen books, and one spoken word album. Her poems have been published in numerous anthologies worldwide.