Burning the Beaver Piles

What a curious thing it must be, the
Great blazing beaver piles
For fishes in the water nearby
Who come to touch and taste and see
The dry, cracking, burning fire
From another world, then dance away
Just below the surface
In contented S-figures, still dreaming,
Alive with radiated heat
The ash raining singes above

11-21-15

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