Poem: Coals Wait

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Coals Wait

Late at night and the fire burns low.
Only coals are left, dim and hot, waiting
for the least bit of fuel
to spring skyward once again.

About this poem. 

A love poem. Or a poem about coals.

Your pick.

Tom

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