Tuesday, October 15, 2024

memories into ash

it's the first fire
of fall.
i throw the wood into
the pit
and light
a match.
the flames rise high
above
the fence.
i move the chair closer
as it dies
down
and rub my hands together
against the heat.
i stare
into fire, listen to the crackle
of what's
burning.
memories into ash.
at times it's so easy
to start over
again.

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