Richard's Poetry Pavilion

Monday, April 3, 2017

The fire set.





I've heard the crackle and snap 
under the kettle, the fire set 
by dried twigs and small branches, 
logs layed under tarps to slowly dry -- 
new wood is too moist and green 
to take up the easy blaze: 
to burn like the old, seasoned pine. 
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