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Spirit

By Lee A. Nelson

The fat sticks

of the kindling

are still here

in the inferno

of the log fire.

One

in the adverse

cremation

of its long lived

death

spears head high

above the flames.

Its end licks hot.

It's consumed.

It goes.

 

It did this much

already long petrified.

When do

Tomorrow's end

with uncle left

unsaid?

 

It was just a mighty

piece of kindling

but this is worth

mentioning.

 

 

 

 

 

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