WHEN THE FIREMAN WAKES UP TOMORROW
Tomorrow sleeps on the couch
like a drunken father.
The Fireman is young,
before fire found a home
within him, the deep fire, that is,
the one that burns slow and long
like stars or embers on cold winter nights.
Something is happening,
he must wake up this father:
life is happening:
he grabs him by the shirt,
shakes and shakes and shakes.
Richard Smyth
Posted over on Anabiosis Press
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