a small stone
...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Thursday, November 8
all day burning conifer in the garden.
the fire has a white-tangerine-hot heart.
the cats skirt the edges of the heat.
we are steeped in smoke.
molecules cling to my hair like burrs.
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