#591 - I made a tent of fire

 

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I made a tent of fire

 

late in the season this was

when winter was still in the morning

but I was far in the day

 

come spark

to ash

be bright

 

bark, leaf and limb down piled

like a cage of sticks

like a bung maze

 

kindling upcast

set the night sailing

tongues leapt, shall we say?

 

made tug-o-war

long limbed so folded

fed the fire

 

a sun still catching

when the half moon came

chill in this my hemisphere

 

come spark

be bright

till ash flies too

 

had help

we entertained

the unseen crowd

 

would come

a little warmer near

trumpets of the flame

 

stood for the dark

took the trees up

with such height

 

bright come spark to ash

so we’d spin up

some new stars here