Old Furnace Grate

Long ago there was a spring

When we first sat together

With the rain and the windows half-closed,

Inside our low voices,

Dark and sweet noises,

Were excited to be and be

Strangers in borrowed clothes.

 

Now the old furnace grate squeaks under its weight

In my pine cabin bent over pond,

I stack it with kindling

As autumn’s sun’s dwindling

Behind the woods beyond.

 

I waited with cocktail

In the country get-a-way

Of Mr. Someone-Or-Another,

An associate of your brother,

Who collected paintings you admired

And had an accent so charming that I…

…waited,

Folded tie, till

As conversation lies

It was finally the hour

To start at goodnight and goodbye.

 

Now the old furnace grate squeaks under its weight

In my pine cabin bent over pond,

I stack it with kindling

As autumn’s sun’s dwindling

Behind the woods beyond.

 

It was a sudden word

In a more sudden storm

With our car in a bank of snow,

You walked far ahead

With my green hat on your head

Down the icy road.

Down the icy road.

 

Now the old furnace grate squeaks under its weight

In my pine cabin bent over pond,

I stack it with kindling

As autumn’s sun’s dwindling

Behind the woods beyond.

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One response to “Old Furnace Grate

  1. John

    Atmospheric and charming.

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