The Epilogue Entries – No.15

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TO MY RIGHT

come.
sit beside me.
i have cleared a space
here
to my right
and there is a crackle of hearth
before us.

let us toss there,
into the gentle dance,
the masks on sticks
that fill our hands,
occupy our fingers
with constant positioning,
and keep us looking through
card board cut-out holes,
like children
in too-tight forts,
hunkered in flimsy boxes
to feel safe.

then,
in the glow of small, consuming flame,
who eats to ash
the painted masks,

i will look on you
and you on me

and feel safer
than in any fort before.

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