We spent a lot of time huddled close to the gas fireplace during the blackout- which is finally over!!!! I'm afraid that most of my poems written during the power failure are a bit gloomy, but there are just a few more to go. I hope things will brighten up after that.
Burning Bush
The ceramic logs in the gas fireplace
burn and burn without being consumed.
They give flickering light but little heat
and never crackle or spark or speak
of what it is like to last forever
to those who live with ashes and dust
and stare deep into the flames for an answer.
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