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Remember the sweet agony of autumn?
Fire erupted from the roots in the ground
Into an inferno of amber and pyrope.
We were the fire that broke off in the wind
The errant sparks that wandered and gave life to new blazes.
Wasn’t it hard to mind our manners?
How can you tell an arsonist
Put that fire out!
Fizzle into ash until the hissing stops.
Passion cauterized
The clapboard house is singed and standing empty.
Neighbors smug in their kitchens
Passing their salt and grateful to do so.
We watched and waited
Planned how we would stir the embers
Reignite the smoldering heat
Turn the blackened shack
Into a palace of flames.
When did it get easy, my love
To live in char and wreckage?
Adding layer upon layer against the biting chill
Until we achieved a numbness
Forged from necessity and habit?
We poke at the kindling
Ancient contracts and cocktail napkins
The frost is home now.
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