THE PINE TREE AND THE FIRE Poem by Peter Verhelst
THE PINE TREE AND THE FIRE
You almost stepped on it. You cover it with a towel
- prickly like a sea-urchin. On winter evenings you will
place it in the hearth, in a shallow saucer with water.
We will bring our face up closer and sing.
It might appear dead but one day it will
open like the hand of someone
who lets himself be licked awake
and we will -
Saturday, March 23, 2019
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