Firewood

  I carry my life into the forest

and sort out the best parts

under the oldest tree.

 

Lightening breaks the sky. 

Heat thunder rumbles in the distance. 

 

I laugh at the enormity of it all  

 as I lift out the long and forgotten.

 

 I stack the parts like firewood

 and return time and again

 for the memories 

 

I burn over and over.

 

 

 

2026 Jan Darrow

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