the fading wisps of smoke<\/p>\n
from a dying campfire<\/p>\n
are the sweetest<\/p>\n
dying embers sputter<\/p>\n
dousing sand sizzles<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I miss that<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
we built a fire pit<\/p>\n
in the backyard of my<\/p>\n
old, small town home;<\/p>\n
thirteen-tons of flagstone<\/p>\n
and granite I moved from a<\/p>\n
friend\u2019s farm so a neighbor\u2019s kid<\/p>\n
studying landscape design<\/p>\n
could get some hands-on<\/p>\n
real life experience<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
thirty-by-twenty-foot<\/p>\n
stone patio with<\/p>\n
a hole in the center<\/p>\n
if you build it\u2026<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
early mornings often<\/p>\n
found me starting a small<\/p>\n
campfire in rock-encircled pit;<\/p>\n
one, maybe two oak limb sections<\/p>\n
enough to get the blood, soul,<\/p>\n
creative juices flowing<\/p>\n
sitting in nylon lawn chair or,<\/p>\n
on days when I felt more rustic,<\/p>\n
the large, ogtagonal stone<\/p>\n
I had discovered in Pat\u2019s rock pile,<\/p>\n
and that Chris had anchored<\/p>\n
in place; my fire-poking seat<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
eight years have passed<\/p>\n
since I last sat there<\/p>\n
I have moved on, physically<\/p>\n
but like the aromatic<\/p>\n
smoke from a dying fire<\/p>\n
permeates a plaid flannel shirt<\/p>\n
the scent of regret<\/p>\n
still lingers<\/p>\n
– Mark L. Lucker<\/em><\/p>\n
\u00a9 \u00a02016<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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