A Gift of Driftwood

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I’ve carved my name
and these few words
in washed-up driftwood
gnarled and weathered gray
good for burning only
as I am today
and returned it all
to this roiling river
to find some other
younger downstream shore
a gift for you
good stranger
a driftwood gift
of words and a useless name
good for burning only
to warm your weary bones
and spread some light
in a cold and loveless night

Still cold, good stranger? There’s more driftwood to be found for a hearty bonfire in the lists on my profile page. Enjoy!
And thank you “Move Me Poetry” for sharing on strangers’ shores.