that afternoon
I drained the firepit of rain water
we ripped up cardboard
watched it burn on wet ashes
cardboard led to wood
we hunted for some sticks to burn
grabbed the logs for good measure
and a fire was born.
that night
we sat staring at smoking embers
glowed like a dying sun
the moon above was almost full
scattered its light across the bay
all I saw was orange, blue, and you
the embers whispered a secret to me
it wouldn't be our last fire out back.
-Zero
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