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Whittling Kindling
You thought the time spent on the porch
might get you a bird or a whistle,
a whale, turtle, pipe.
You paid attention to proper knives,
care and cleaning, and the
just right wood.
In the end you merely added shavings
to the fire that warmed your life.
A ghost of smoke now.
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© David L White
April 18, 2024
Thursday morning poem
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