Fireplace
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PoemWe keep our fire safe in a playpen
where we feed it,
mostly leftovers from the woods,
and fire is a good eater,
tasting everything.
It can grow quickly, gnawing on
each new log. Then
like a happy wolf pup, it howls.
It has no stomach, though. So fire
Is never full, never satisfied.
That’s why, no matter how it begs,
We must never set it free.
© Ted Kooser & Connie Wanek, from Marshmallow Clouds, Walker 2022