Smokeless Coal & Dry Kiln Logs by Owen Townend

 

She was cold. I knew a lodge

full of

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Through blinding snow, we ran on

towards

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Wrapped in folds, we came upon

scents of

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Through the door and past hall clocks

to the

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Brass hearth glowing halo hot

with the

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

She dropped her stole and I coughed

full of

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

We both bowed at this phoenix cot

praising

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Embracing gold and taking stock

of the

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.