burning things

you build a fire.
watch it burn in the barrel.
the flames
etching
the cold sky,
ashes rising.
you put your hands
over the heat
rubbing them
together.
yellows and orange,
spits of red
and white.
the crackle of leaves
and dry wood,
sticks, timber.
it's a fine fire.
one you'll watch and wait
with throughout
the night.
you toss in all the things
that bother you,
watch them
go up, disappear
in the furnace.