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Fire
Though I found it strange, I could smell the dampened fire a mile away
The scent followed me through my work and thoughts
Low, deep and not yet ready to retreat to the snows of December
I could see the embers in my mind
If I could smell them, they were there
Some may remain, some are gone forever into slate gray skies
Some linger to remind
All surrender, then, now, later, to find the next life
They follow me inside and I wonder if the others know as we sit down for supper
(c) 2008 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Dec)
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