November night

November night

I thought the fireworks
was someone knocking
the dark wanting to be let in
as rain drilled itself
into the wrists of the trees
turning their flaming fingers
dark with grease

to keep the forge from fading
they smear the slowed pistons
of winter’s heart
with summers blood

bellows barely breathing
already started the slow sweat
of next spring’s colours

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