Chopped
The wood lies there
Useless
Now
In the late evening sun
Still so warm
This heat
Will seem unreal
And Distant
On those days
when it will be
useful
The wood
Is a bridge between
Times
Neatly chopped and stacked
The wood sits there useless
Still hot, the late evening weather
Makes its necessity unfathomable
This is a heat that will seem unreal
Just a few months from now
Then the wood will be a necessity
It is a bridge between two different times
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