Fire Wall

What turns the fireplace at night
Into a silhouette
On our mantelpiece’s white,
Daytime’s live maquette,

A forest made by fire,
Cut out and glued by fission
To our walls, a double pyre
Fanning trees, outside and in,

Where logs and borrowed sun,
The kindling of night and day,
Make a stereopticon,
The world’s dissolving macrame.

Thanksgiving, 1985, Bedford
Easter, 2005, Rue de Varenne
Christmas, 2005, Rancho Santa Fe