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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There was scent of a fire in the call of the wind from a few blocks away, I could smell it today... someone burning a pile, in this first day of fall Leaves and debris, with smoke on the bend It darkened the sky of the September light with fragments of char, as dark as the night It drifted our way, and into the breeze, and it lifted the ash that caught in the fray, bits fluttering down then, onto our lawn, with fringes of gray A scrap from the classifieds, of newspaper ads A fragment, not burned, with a portion so sad just a singe on the edge, on the fringe of my day A scrap now was pending........and I dreaded the end I read someone's query, and my worries were tossed to the smoke-singed sureness, of a pet that had been lost ~ For those moments we had owned her, she was lost and alone Hungry and howling, on that cold autumn day It was a star-crossed encounter, a dachshund we had found We would feed her, and bed her, had asked all around and a with a few passing days.....she had found a new home. Here in our hearts, becoming our own A name we had chosen, she came when we called but today ...now I know, she is not ours, at all... The wind off the river, pushing paper and leaves fragments of yesterday fluttering our way......... Spinning on down, every twist, every turn changing the moment......without being heard Small bitter pieces are coming our way changing small fragments, and the heart of today. ______________________________________________
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