the fallen leaves plummeted on the ground when its ends ignited the act of unfurling from its roots. the uncapping of markers and pens and bottles and wine was ignited thus the sound ‘pop’ sizzling as its aftermath. the engines — from cars and motorcycles and trains and yachts and boats and planes — started from ignition creating a spark, momentary but lasting worthwhile. all these ignitions & i wonder when ours will ever come.
