Forty-Three

a gunpowder trail, sinuous
across the wooden plank floor sparkling
down the stairs, scarring the runner, under
the wainscot and around
the corner, you know
this trail
dropped
from a hole
somehow bored
in the wooden keg and then
he
comes along
and lights
it
from the other end


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