Theatre of the sunset
I lean on the balcony
owning the world
from the top
of this two-storeyed steps
the hours slowly find their
motion into the twilight
the flames play
with the bottom of the round pot
fanciful daydreams bow
to the street
firewood of the evening meal
admirably the hands
of the woman
keep the yellow cooking
my blood is on fire
above the maiden
in her native cloth
does the evening chores
and I appreciate her sombre silence
sweet breeze of the moving time
Firepot of nutrient
feed the hungry eyes
save this little space of tenement
iron tripod
immortal heat
Firepot is about the evening cooking of a mother in the tenement..the writer
is by the balcony and he is watching the neighbour cooking..the maiden does
her chores above..the poem is compared to God cooking for his children..on an
iron tripod..or the trinity..The Father,Son and the holy spirit.
