Best Poem of Jack Darkwood

Red Lawn Chair
The red lawn chair
Sits neatly on the fresh
Trimmed grass
Under the shade
Of a nearby tree
Whose leaves
Are fully into bloom
And cast a shadow
Just across it. . . .
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Crackling in the hearth
Flames rise higher
Logs snap and pile up
Into ashes and soot

Smoke pipes out the chimney
On a frigid winter day
Until night falls and
The smoke goes away . . .
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