PASSED-ON FIRE Poem by Iku Takenaka

Anybody want fire?
Here is nice-colored fire.
Like a bonfire in a cedar forest.
Like an Indian magic fire.

The fire that lit this cigarette in my mouth
was passed on to me a while ago by a stranger on the street.
A strange fire.
A noble fire of aventurine color.

Anybody want this fire?
The fire to be passed on from one to another and kept alive.
Just one person would be fine but two
would be even better.
Won't anybody come by
before I finish this cigarette?