wood smoke redolent
of campfires at Ocean Pond

of spruce and pine pilfered
from the lumber yard where they worked

my father and
friends of my father

pleiades redolent
of amberglow stories told

of blinking night over
zipper pulls announcing silence

still, low burns the fire
warm glows the lantern, still

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