He gathered it
for the insatiable fire
that will churn in the stove,
crooked limbs and branches
floating upon a bed of forest mulch,
stripped of bark and brittle,
a bone white innocence of decay,
being the last remnants of birch
or ash and even fortuitous oak,
beaten by wind and rain,
tumbling down,
left to dry and naked,
devoid of the crow’s nest
or the carpenter ant’s
voracious appetite,
eventually desecrated
by fingers of flames
scratching each petrified stalk
as if to mollify an itch
upon the back of a drafty room.
Michael Keshigian’s thirteenth poetry collection, The Garden Of Summer was released April, 2019 by Flutter Press. He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals, recently including Red River Review, Wild Violet Magazine, Bluepepper, Muddy River Review, Smoky Quartz and has appeared as feature writer in over twenty publications with 6 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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