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Tuesday, November 9

warming up

the house is and was cold
 
foot steps from the silver cloud
the earth touched and then undone
a stagnant froth grown rough

deep and silent enough to stress bones
the elbow into the side to steady
the ashes the ready bucket

a tree had died
these are those
into the stove
 
striking the match
the embers now glow


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