The Same Fire

Begin small-
With melted wax and a wick
Dead grass and leaves, maybe a twig
Prepare the mold
Form it into a triangle shaped fold
Place in the wick
A’light the kindle
Fill the mold with the molten wax
Carefully add larger fodder
And let it sit
Murmur it to crackling life
Trim it to perfect shape
Let it smoke up the night
Then light it (again)

The blazin’ coals of old and begotten plants
The glowing tear drop of forgotten hands
The crashing, hissing radiant laughter
The silent and e’er calm sigh of relief

Do they boast as only ash and sweat remain

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