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About This Poem
Cinders....
Cinders in my eye, looking at the sky, a tear running dry
Cinders on the road, they dump another load, to help me in the snow
Cinders on the ground, lying all around, high desert Oregon-bound
Cinders in my nose, abrading all my clothes, the color of brick and rose
Cinders in the air, suddenly aware, forest fire over there
Embers whisper ash, in the aftermath.....
.....and dream.......
.....in slumber.....
.....of Cinders....
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