A Gift of Driftwood

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I’ve carved my name and these few words in washed-up driftwood gnarled and weathered gray good for burning only as I am today and returned it all to this roiling river to find some other younger downstream shore a gift for you good stranger a driftwood gift of words and a useless name good for burning only to warm your weary bones and spread some light in a cold and loveless night