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January 17 Icy Grip of WinterYou say your burning summer's need has flickered out.
The smoke, the six-foot flames have blown away.
Nothing gives evidence of the fire that raged in you
except the memory
of warm ashes
under January's unforgiving ice.
These are eternal coals Prometheus promised
and delivered
and paid dearly for.
cas (2007)
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