November Ember
A new November,
a new folder
on my computer,
enfolds me in the every
day desire to sire
more data. Dictum:
Do the recycling
before bed, not breakfast,
listless in the new
November light. Dictum:
the cold curb across from
your daughter. Sit.
Receive her leaf bits, star
points into your pocket:
guideposts. They are her
heart. Remember
there are embers still
worming aroundÂ
in the stomach of firepit
despite night wind.
There are embers.
Observe them.