steve, kevin, and a small child went hiking. steve's daughter was there, too.
arrested rest—rest arresting
nubilous impressions of the moon and the mountaintops;
arresting rest, discomfiting peace, restless rest—
i was tied up in warmth
(assuring, comforting warmth),
and you, gentle fire, slowly rose and fell,
sometimes broadcasting yourself in stunning tongues of flame,
sometimes withdrawn, smoldering within yourself.
i added wood when i thought it wise, but i never really knew.
rest, fire,
be still in the lingering snow;
be soft words and heavy eyelids an offering
to you for your reassurance that it’s ok to relax
on a cold night.
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