Saturday, December 10, 2016

an aura to the moment

fire smell lingers

the smell of the fire lingers,

an almost subtle,
but ever present,
aura to the moment,
the house tanged with it,
so I’ve opened up windows and doors
in hopes fresher air 
can be the dissolution solution,

on the screened-in porch
ash has slipped through the screen wire,
and been wind-piled into corners, inches deep. 

by Henry H. Walker

December 8, ’16

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