there burns a black fire in a yellow wood
and it confuses you each time you find it,
emitting dark rings of warmth under the sepia of the forest canopy
like rings on a pond but penetrating everything with its ripple,
the black fire is a gathering space for forest dwellers
and the color keeps it secret
and the warmth guides you near it
when you're walking like me without direction
following your feet.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
