corroboration dance

I have lit the fire
to bed

off a glossy surface
in the corridor
I watch it
red dreaming

I wait
for the dancers warmth
to reach the bedroom
before I rise
to start the day

until then
let the demons

will watch them


Poem #599 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.


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