I have made myself small

      I have made myself small as a pine nut,
      A pine seed in the great conflagration
      Of your departure.  Each step away shut
      A vault, another door slammed like a gun.
5     The hours and aches of your going away
      Fill me with inflammable shame, topped off
      With fumes and rumors day by day by day
      Just as a gas can accepts the last drop.
      And tall in the trees, a wilderness of fire
10    Lays waste the timbers of our old love house
      And eats the raw logs laid up by desire
      To build by the field a child's playhouse.
      But my spirit's made small as a hot pine seed
      And will stretch a forest, though it rest in weeds.

From the collection "Supposing Roses"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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