Last Glint From the Kindling
the fire ring made
just before dusk
with the two of us
in daze of yore
drank many more
frothened mugs
forgotten or
remembered
as embers
toward
midnight
made it's light
by the moon but
not on this new moon
night as haggard
staggering steps
took me before
the tents door
i unzipped
leaving forth
a piss to put
out the last
of the light
and on that
night's demise
for no fire
was left to light
the last if the
pheonix's
everlasting
life
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