Intimacy

I wrote a poem years ago
saved to a floppy disc in my early thirties
I was the narrator, the observer
legs over the arm of an old chair
book open across my lap

They brought in firewood
stacked it next to the hearth
soft words, something about the paperboy
a nod between them, kindling, logs, a match
they built a fire

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