Revenant By Joseph Hutchison Colorado Poet Laureate Thin fire flickers in the nest of old news and skeletal sticks in the grate’s cradle, wrestling its own torpor as it strains to lift the flue’s load of year-end cold. You ponder how it dozed in the starter’s flint, then sparked out, unfurling a plume on the gas’s blue flowing silk. Look how fiercely it struggles not to fail at enlightenment! Now that a chance has finally found it here in this hearth. Your hearth … so you pour breath into the stubborn core again and again, breath the fire at first ...