Man with pipe

Hold fire in your hand
Feel the hot smooth briar
And the tiny glow
Matchfire dancing from source
To bowl where agriculture
And commerce blend mellow
See the smoke ring stretching
To encircle everyone
Feel the heat of distant stars
And ardent humans being
Smell the blaze of Yule logs
The burning of London and Chicago
The unabashed smoldering of saints.

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