Sitting by the wood stove
Not thinking about much
just sipping on some Joe
No one is up
not even the dogs
A thought crosses my mind
I let it go
The warm of the wood
embraces me
with contentment
Not love
or desire
Just a blissful calm
as I sit still
watching the stove
that has been fed
with simple wood
like mine
for generations
to feed the mortal
flame of eternity peace
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