Joshua


 * //The Bonfire//**

We raked leaves all the sunny afternoon into a slim briwn row along the hill. . . . As we worked on the hazy sky became more distant, and a phoenix-wing of flame flung out across the west. the hill grew dim. The solitary poplar on its rim, black,naked, stood alone against the sky its lilac shadow crept, then hastend,ran, and reached your feet. You wiped your forehead dry and looked up. "Shall we light them-" i began- Your match alread made a little flare twin to the star caught in the poplar there, and one thin smoke-wisp drifted up the air

- Robert Packard

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