A spark from your brooding cigarette
Rekindled a fire tonight
I woke up to burn them all
Those dried leaves, pages of unseen verses, books held, pocket tissues
never used
Ruffling boxes, shelves, bedspreads
I gather all that is left to burn, to shine
While your cigarette traces a receding
Line, of silent hearts and smoky flames
I offer treasures for your wild forest fire
Cigarettes, forests, books, you and I Ashes, one and all. But pray,
If it's not aflame, what worth is a heart?
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