The day dragged fires from east to west all along the sky, but

Left an ember along the way.

It was in a garden,

Small and bright in its tin cove.

Hidden and brought up fanciful. Shining sultry

Shimmers all along fences and the faces of a warm family.

Tempting giggles from the children,

Cajoling the father for more branches, and

Teasing the mother for another glass...

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