A Fire Crackles - March 15, 2024
- Gary Hunter
- Mar 15, 2024
- 1 min read
that trace of sap in the wood
is like a damp sponge on the mouth
of someone departing this life
with some last things to say
just enough for the wood
to sizzle and spit out
a few incoherent words
whatever the wood’s saying
I can’t translate
though utterances of the dying
are usually gifts for the living
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