A log of wood on the fire
loses memories in the smoke:
memories of sunny days
and storms, of droughts
and good times, of fires and floods,
of nesting birds in hollows,
of wind in the leaves.
A hundreds years
of memories, drifting up the chimney
or turning to ash in the grate.
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