and the kindling heaped
he had the flint and iron
but could not strike a spark
or the three times he did
and the kindling caught
his breath blew out the flame
instead of spreading it
he sat there staring at
the makings of a fire
but could not
or would not
make the elements combine
behind him on the mountainside
lightning struck
an ancient tree exploded into flame
he stared at the miracle
stared at his small intent
and ran away
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