and always the same
its nature changeable
its position constant
it recalls itself
the last one a month ago
on the camping trip
last year in the potbelly stove
in the Maine cabin
five years ago at Jimmy's wedding
fifteen, up at St. Germaine for the last time
twenty, the countless ones at Camp Conestoga
and further back before me
Great Grandmothers making fire to cook
Great Grandfathers making fire to heat
and further back
the Ancestors circled around the fire
to fend off the long night.
The fire doesn't change.
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