Part 10

You dragged the sea-bleached driftwood from the shore

drawing a line up the middle of the beach.

Bringing a whole city of strange creatures

along for the ride on their bone white ark.

Carefully picking of horseshoe crabs and

earwigs and muscles older than you.

Placing some down gently and some into

the pan – for our supper. You scoop the ark

up into your arms and offer it to

the flames. They accept it gladly and roar;

a feverish chorus of cracking and

flickering and crackling and licking,

devouring up our offering, and

in the heat, the log splits loudly in two.





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