Sunday, August 29, 2021

The Devil's Palate

It was not red paint but the light of the fire 

which splashed when the embers moved.

The Devil himself sometimes makes appearances.

Stoking the fire brings him out of the coals.

Stirring the salt and pepper of the ashes

one loose stream of light ventured forth

disappearing into the air as he swallowed it.



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