POEM: GOOD FIRE

Every story summons
Equivalent wind

Bend the smoke from your articles

Our reaction is hindered
And we lean to the center for warmth

Crushed stones underfoot
The log water crackles into space

You end your story
And tell me to share my face

I swat blood suckers
Darting between the embers

I part the silence
As the heat slips past the boulder

Everyone gets a turn
To whisper ash through smoke

As characters give their life
So we can taste birth

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