There are certain spots
Always in the shade of trees
Never direct sun
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A baby redwood
Small of girth can grow to be
A forest giant
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Where does the smoke go
As it wafts from wood through fire
Like thought’s energy
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Insular cortex
Physical temperature
Emotional warmth
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Counting pockets on a fishing vest, Gerry said, This one has fourteen pockets.” Anne said, “Better than a mini-van.”
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Upon finding a cabin, a cliff and a river it was written
An accidental
Adventure into the past
Sunny river day
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Ineradicable
Unpredictability of
Quantum physics
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Fireside memory
Blue turns to black then to gray
Then it turns to ash
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Balanced o’er the flame
Until embers took a piece
Of heart and soul
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The sun on the trees
The chill in the air
The warmth of the fire
The jays calling
The mountain air crisp
With promise of
A new day
And hot springs
Relaxation
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Fire renews the soul
Warmth and light yet consuming
Forms shift like spirit
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For the poker stick
Like flaming prayer
Guide wood reached out for heaven
Ember memories
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