Sunday, January 14, 2018

poem of the day January 14


Something satisfying about
burning old papers in a wood stove
I am watching a bonfire from the past
Ancient junk mail
Bank statements
Insurance bills
A flier for Y2K
and how to survive the day
Everything was dated
long passed their prime
Yet they were still able to 
provide me with some comfort
from the heat that had lingered 


patiently within their forgotten folds

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