From the Ash

Updated: Jan 26

A family photo curling in the flame,

He laid it on the pit to build a fire,

For kindle, broke apart the picture frame,

He liberated the wood from the wire,

The old nail hammered still into the wall,

True that he saw a shadow hanging there.

No matter from which side he saw it all,

From sitting on the top or bottom stair,

Before emotion perished in the flash,

The only thing to rescue from the ash.

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