orgami's Diaryland Diary

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October then

coaxed curled about the fire
the gathering of stones
the red tongues licking
to the stars and embers
rising their flicker red
haste

how cold it was late October
the wood sizzling from the
rains the potatoes wrapped
in foil at the edge
the light wavering hot
and livid

this old jacket
patched with duct tape
my rubber boots with socks
a pair of jeans hanging on
my hip bones

I can feel the distant ridge
right behind the trees
the dip down to the pond
the great wall of old forest
where I walk quiet
aware that creatures are
about in the day

Its comforting this
heat this blaze
this bowl of stones
sculpted
an old pine log Im half
huddled under

the house across the mown
feilds for later

a thousand thoughts
falling like mists
how summer has come
and gone such work
accomplished here
standing in the thick
falling rains of night
laying on the plastic
atop the pallets
feeling alive
feeling seperate
unerved by the night
so close and intimate
pressing down

the emptiness
of being alone again
like youth
the house in the village

and now this memory
years distant returns
the same distinct
feeling

how I wish for a fire
and a star that stretchs
free of light

12:54 a.m. - 2010-12-15

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