Campfire Stories

Here the moon glows like coals

high above the spiral sparks

and teasing warm of ember gems

buried at the bottom of the flame.

It makes us deep, contemplative

or just flushed and slap-happy

and sometimes gives us both at once

so we sit round and, eager, tell our tales

Things that are, things that were

and some things…we simply argue over

misplaced modifiers and

the timeline of events we thought we knew

And as our memories ascend

along with red dot sparks

they leave behind, the sear and streak

of newer stories where the old had been.

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