cold water on the fire

flaming embers and coals

dirt to block the oxygen from it sparking the wind

drenching rains to flood it and

whispers of whistling

a broken door that needs rehung sits by the jeep's tire

as a youth i slept on the wall on one not unlike it

my mother feared for my safety but i did not..

(in retrospect i had a problem hoarding back then)

i remember my pile of whatever on the floor when my friends from Norway stopped by

when did this start and how can i make it end?