Zamia

Fireworks might be spark to start a blazing inferno
Hot, bright, maybe for a night.
Blinding and sometimes explosive
And leaving lasting wreckage.
Brilliance consumed, spent.
Sometimes the scars never heal.

There is much to be said in favour
of a slow, controlled, gradual burn: creating heat, cracking open shells of seeds dropped long ago.

This is how regeneration happens;
How wounded landscapes blossom and heal.

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