For A.D.

The fire's banked. It isn't out.
The house is warm, the man
Within resigned. Alone, he
Falters, moving numbly, here
And there within the room.
The coals preserved will flame
Again if you should reappear.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-04-28 at 14:12

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