Treasure Island

Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Blue Smoke


The flame of my life burns low
Under the cluttered days,
Like a fire of leaves.
But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke
Goes up to God.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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