I stand above the dying embers of a dying flame,
I neglected to add wood and it hungers,
Because of that it can no longer give light,
neither does it warm brightly
So I make a nest using the bark of a Juniper tree,
I scoop up a coal and hold it in my hands
blowing gently
so gently
soon the bundle smokes and breaths in my hand
bits of glowing bark burn my forearms as I blow harder
smoke stings into my throat
as eyes water
Then through the haze grows a flame
that dims
and dies.
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