smoke

I am bewitched
I am transfixed
for you are here
with your magic tricks

slip of the tongue...
thoughts entwined
sweat beading your skin
as I begin the climb

a thousand twitching
wonders of all we know
paths lined with oaks
and maples put on a show

as the smoke trails off
into the distance
from our live fire's
glory blazing moments

a new day starts
with a fire above
when the next dark comes
will this spell still sing?

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© Huw Powell
printed 16 April 2024

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