Family
Thoughts fly like rising sparks, like arcs
of tiny tracers, or like darting tongues,
or roving eyes of flame; like shooting stars
let loose against the chaos and the dark.
The firewood crackles, spits, and flares.
Gold embers waver, surge, and glow.
The circled stones warm to their theme.
One cracks: is it passion or stubbornness?
The towering pine sighs in...
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