The spark

The day is gray The chill seeping in through the walls Promising itself for months Chasing out the green And the sun-kissed skin Somewhere inside The cavewoman, the farm worker, the heathen with the club Whispers to me of fire, of crowding out the cold, Of turning a shoulder against scavengers and dwindling food stores […]

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