Photograph by Gary Alan Nelson
THE FIREMAN VISITS MINNESOTA
The Fireman returns to Minnesota,
a place he lived when burning was hard,
when the cold was inside him like cancer,
wanted his blood thick like six-inch ice
on sidewalks and streets.
It is late September,
before the Iceman cometh.
The leaves are turning,
the air is crisp and brisk.
Though he knows what's coming,
he longs to stay,
to fight the ice like nights
in white armor,
blue crescent moons
on their crests.
Richard Smyth
Posted over on Anabiosis Press
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