Fills the room,

Then the house.

The fire is not

Extraordinarily high,

And the chimney flue

Is open.

So, why, the smoke?

After a few hours,

The smoke alarm

In the hallway

Comes on.

I turn on the exhaust fan,

Above the stove.

I open the front door,

With the window up

On the screen door.

I open the door to the garage.

I turn on the ceiling fan,

Sucking air up.


The blasted smoke alarm

Turns off.


We’re not toasty


Time to put more wood

On the fire.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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