Monday, June 16, 2014

Gas Light Night















An appliance man will tell you,
“Strive for the perfect blue flame.
Just the right mixture of fuel and air;
It’s the hottest fire you’ll tame.”

We circled the fire on the beach.
I’ll never forget your names.
Gallons of wine and seaweed smoke;
We were then, the perfect flames.

Slowly all the embers died,
Victimized by time and rain…
To be spread in another circle
As we lit the blue fires again.



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