To my father


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When I was left at home sometimes, I let the fire go

out for the simple pleasure of watching

you make it again

 

Birch bark accomplices to the dusty

smell of ashes and burning wood: a promise

that we would never be cold

 

It’s those first days when the temperature drops

and during the night the doors freeze shut

and the lilacs frost over. It gets dark

at 6 o’clock near the end of September while everyone watches

TV with their gin-and-tonics on a Friday night

 

Suddenly it’s the holidays and it’s black outside

and the house creaks like a woodpecker drumming

on the window. Time moves slower

 

The winter solstice comes

and with it two hours of baby powder daylight

 

I wake in the middle of a January night to a hand

shaking my shoulder saying

come to the porch

come outside

come look at the lights

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