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Cheerful Canvas. |
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cleaned grate looked bare. Like the focused solitude of a White canvas, a solid foundation. The cleared ash stood cooling, In a silvery-hued metal bucket At the hearthside, insignificant. The action of clearing the ash, The lifting of lint from a filter. Its substance, the meshed detail Of impressions consumed and set aside. The beginning of a fire starts as Something fragile, the sputtering of Sparks igniting fuel into illumination. From the cast-iron appearance of coal Springs the incandescence of warmth. Its cheeriness, being in the reaching out To those that gather around its glow. |
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A Cheerful Canvas ©
Cara E. Moore 2004
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