in the fireplace.
a flame
emerges, then another
then a family
of
fire
arrives and burns
hard
at the wood.
i turn my hands to
the glow.
the smell is wonderful.
the heat,
the wafting warmth.
the crackle fills your ears
with
childhood memories.
you stare
childlike
into the roar as it
rises
and rises, wanting
another
log,
wanting more.
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