Sparks

Take these incendiaries with you on the trail:
let the words themselves be fat and resinous;
impregnate the charcoaled ink with paraffin;
and may the whole be written upon the scroll
of an exhausted cardboard toilet tissue tube
so they touch your adventuresome soul
                                                              just once
without consuming space in your pack or kit,
or adding even a gram of necessary weight,
feeding the blaze which warms your nights
when they and your heart are chill,
                                                            and solemn.

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One Response to Sparks

  1. Shawn says:

    I can hear your heart.
    Can you hear my heart?

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