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Fire Starter

  • Writer: Don Rearden
    Don Rearden
  • Apr 7, 2017
  • 1 min read

my neighbor brought a box

narrow strips of leftover cedar

fresh cut, ends poking out

the smell fills our small home 

kindling, he said

and before I stack

pieces into the stove's belly

I sniff each board

and burn with guilt 


 
 
 

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