…carrying through darkness wherever you go
your one little fire that will start again.
– William Stafford (“The Dream Of Now”)
Far too many people in my dream, some dead
trying to divert traffic, but overrun by chaos
spawned by last night’s chili size and onions,
by the two hundred pound rounds of Blue Oak
engineered off the mountain, six empty seats
facing the wood splitter, hands-on instruction
and short entertainment for Christmas
children with more on their minds.
This magic world of possibilities
that’s always been to them
can be deceiving, lead them away
from where little fires come.
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