Laurinda Lind

Focal Point

Like paper
under glass

heating fast
I was as smoke

once the sun
spilled out old

names yellow
& red when

all the circles
stayed singed

such as O
for oxygen

that burns like
shot stars with

their photons
fast as light

wherever a world
is not on fire yet.

Laurinda Lind is a caregiver in New York’s North Country, close to Canada. Some of her writing is in Atlanta Review, New American Writing, Paterson Literary Review, and Spillway. She is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee.