Room 132

My Fireplace

A day after school I went home ate dinner
And turned on my fireplace.
When I turned it on it was like a diminutive sunrise.
Then when I turned it off
it was like a little sunset.
It is somehow like a miniature day.

In some way my fireplace is like a car.
It runs on gas, and soon runs out of gas.
It turns and swirls in the wind
Left and right forward and backward.
Sometimes when I turn it on,
I think “does this fire have a life a soul?”
“Is it trying to get out everyday
I twirl that little fire on?”