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aaron’s rod

aaron’s rod

Sunrise
aaron took the rugs
outside and smiled
as he hit them
against a tree trunk
* * * *
everyone else
was inside
being comforted
by the blaze
* * *
fire engines could
be heard from
miles away
Sunset

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