Campfire
Snapping cracking Box implodes on self, turning rapidly into an inferno
Smoke travels into eyes. I change chairs. Down wind was southwest
Now smoke is traveling due north Loud pop. Bright orange flames Flare up from twigs which are blackening and graying in a snake-skin type pattern. The fire is alive. I watch fascinated.
baby flames bright orange
springing up around gray ash
crackling and popping
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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