For W.C.W.

For W.C.W.	by Trish Pantano

Along the edge

of the road

on a somber New Years Eve

tiki torches light

up the crystalline snow

with molten flame,

burning rapid and

pointing toward

the wind, welcoming

the toasted tribe home.

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