When the night ends
Take the sound of breathing and
wrap it in the wood stove smoke
Watch each cloud of condensation
and fir dissipate, attentive
The birds tried to nest again
with just enough success to send
a fledgling down the flue
The first winter fire burns
extra hot until the choke is set
simmers so the night can end
When all the weather goes away
what is left
A puddle on the balcony
A feather for a fool
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M. B. | Year Posted 2025
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