A lush fire
shatters the dark of night,
listening to the moon
as dust billows within.
Listing sidewards
sliding back,
left alone
seeing heaps
of crumpled life,
crouching for warmth
or comfort ---
as snow begins to fall.
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A lush fire crouching for warmth or comfort --- as snow begins to fall. Author notes"We are all in the gutter, but A contest entry
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