Start A Fire Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Start A Fire



Moments come and go
Onset from dark waft
Therein across deep slow
A grasp of things aloft

Each to every new bias
In the giddies of quick
From every corner impious
Igniting its action wick

Around it goes to wait
Through twisted axes on
To find again its grate
Before its powder is gone

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