the bright and distant refinery flame:
intense, never-ceasing, and a stark reminder
of things sacrificed along the way.
a wavering mirage in the hot dry Alberta air;
a mixed blessing.
too dangerous to get up close
for fear of explosion,
yet a comforting silhouette
for those seeking the way home.
a beacon, a singpost, a warning.
I don't know what to do with this kind of love.
