Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Campfire

cloud shots 9-08
Barely did my fingers caress the moment of glory
and it is gone
the after glow
is not warm enough.

Just when the campfire blazes strong
the music ends
the dampness of ground
is too discomforting.

burnt out ends of cigarette butts
scatter the ground.
No one talks
but the lull.