#178 - old flame

28.6.20

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old flame

it’s after that last roaring summer too close

keep fire in a bright little box

watch it and tend

see the dramas there

lost ant committed

spare efforts sundry likewise

flame

and in a box roar

look in through the window

of course it would be hell in there

life and death to see

warm by it

socks first

feet inside

and up from there

colours!

you won’t have to tell them

it’s like the orchestra’s inside

stretch out our own hands to it

bright reminiscences!

who’ll remember the plight of that one fateful log?

but all of the tree went in

all night of the sometimes terrors

only in my head

burning the whole world by bits

all that’s damp dries out before

once the sun’s sunk

see it here

ask

how could we catch a star in a box

mornings in a bright rise

come

worship the sacred ash