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Still Fire

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Yet the wood cannot be collected
without a little moss,
light – a burrow full,
and a song of cider-sap
from the knot hole.

A living shadow
the flame, naked
laughing in your unsteady eye.
A little something
saved from the sun’s harvest,
a bit of air
left in the bird’s wing;
a sprig of dove
lodged in between sunken olives.

Slowly,
smoke feeds the night.