I've discovered something
about people, striking
a match over the gas stove,
it kindles and crackles,
heating until the air shimmers
like summer -
clutching a handful of marbles,
it's so hard to let go,
glass globes rolling about
free as life -
there is no avoiding the heat
friends, but then, too, cold water
comes, and once silent marbles sizzle
in delight, so fragile,
a breath of beauty
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