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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