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.