matchmaker from river styx
they met at the bonfire
faces lit and lively against this light
both looked better after dark
we watched the show unfurl
they were oblivious to the rest of us
drawn to each other like cats to flames
alley cats that is
we made jokes about it
laughing too loudly
for we had beer and we were not used to it
October football had confused us
we were not ourselves
but neither were they
the bonfire laughed as the trickster that she is
with her yellow, red and orange flames popping
a matchmaker from the River Styx
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