Fireside Friend

Chimney’s clean, Cyn, damper open, flue
primed, and we’ve a two-inch bed of ash
working for us. Build and light our fire.

Reading, no writing tonight for me. And you?
Catching up on cleaning out some trash
e-mail? From whom, might I enquire?

Done right, it’ll burn clean through and through
as if the wood were living for its flash
of momentary light, its ember of desire
never disappearing, instead only finding new
                    words to inspire.



by denise with maggie and cyn


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