On the hearth
there is a fireplace
it has a pile of chopped logs,
coals,
torn up pieces of newspaper
awaiting their burnt endings
On the hearth
a fire burns
flickering and crackling
stretching tall
shrinking down
feeding off the flammable materials
surviving off of them
On the hearth
a fire burns
and in the house it is warm
comfortable
firelight dancing across the walls
as people gather around the fire
mugs of various drinks trapped in their hands
a melancholy, nostalgic, calm demeanor
as someone starts singing
Oyfin pripetchik brent a fayerl
Un in shtub iz heys
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