Hour 10 – Kindling

While everyone was sleeping

We sat by the June bonfire

Scaring off the darkness

And watched it play out

a scene of elephants marching

And a queen perched high

Wooing her loyal subjects

 

In the campground

So manicured we couldn’t even find

A stick for kindling

the fire died down

We crept away

Through a tunnel of fog and fir

Leaning into the night

 

The birds on the lake hushed as we passed

On the way to the dock

Where we sat kicking our feet in

Midnight water

Where you asked me what the lake said

 

You stopped walking

To pull down a moonbeam

To light my face

Damn.

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