The Firebox

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


The rising tide

washes the shallow scars

left from the pounding gale.

 

Sleepy toes

touch the frigid hardwood

where the blue paint has worn

ten shades lighter.

 

Downstair

the firebox shows little life.

Coals dance yellow and orange,

telling the story

of the inferno through the night. 


Submitted: November 30, 2020

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