Thirst Poem by Fuad Rifka

Thirst



He stumbles.
He looks at his fingers,
at the furrows in his hands,
at his cane.

In his creaking joints:
a thirst for sun,
for fire in the hearth.

Saturday, October 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fire
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