this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
“At day’s end one page from the ancient book of sunsets blazes and smokes on a fire that has burned forever, yet is not warm enough to keep us young.”
Ted Kooser, from “April,” The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
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