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cookin’
days
like this we all catch fire
first
thing up in
wilted
to the flower
and
too much summer said
winter
is a bonfire waiting
and
clutter up to flame
we
live
as
if a lightbulb bloomed in the dream
till
all of Christmas lit
yesterday’s
sun still with us, stays
can’t
get it out of these rooms
yellow
as we are to it
and
tunnel ending ever after
a
kitchen caught us
who
could stand that heat?
there
was no getting out
baked
broiled
poached
up
sunny
leaves
above us falling
books
as we read – fire
there’s
just this one bottle of winter
I’ve
kept to crack on a day like today
the
ants are
from
drought to this
a
flame away
the
nakedness is ours
days
like this
fire
catches us
Vesuvius
prophetic
at
deeds and chores
we’ve
hell to burn
another
day of our cremation
we
brought this on ourselves you know
and
it goes on
do
you imagine
it
droppeth as a mercy would
upon
the place below
?
keep
faith and cling
imagine
that
on
a day like this you must
I could scull a bottle of winter.
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