On walking home one evening

On walking home one evening

hugging her from behind

my arms a girdle

we watched the first smoke

rising from a chimney

swallowed by the still village sky

hungry for each other’s lips

we hurried to our hearth

and lit a different kind of fire–

the last smoking chimney

of the still village sky.

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