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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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