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Photo and bird-feeder installation by TR Williams.
Bonfire
After the fire has died I lie tangled
in the sheets with you, bake my aches
against the hot brick of your back.
Ambition dwindles
in the drowsy burr of your snore.
What need of belief to relieve
the black and white of winter,
the shudder of flesh like a branch
after the bird has flown. Coals blink,
then turn cold ash.
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