photo: Olivier Valsecchi, I Am Dust project

Cold Comfort

Dead ashes in the
belly of a mourning stove
December morning

In response to Kathy Jacobs’ call for a one-lined poem about comfort. For Violet Oh Violet for encouraging me to play with haiku.

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