Flames dance along its sides
white embers in the middle
surrounds a reddish glow inside
corners of wood sit on the ground
waiting for their turn in the pot,
blue gray smoke blows with
the wind, igniting flames, we
huddle around as if we are colder
than we really are, using it as
an excuse to get close... swings
nearby move without passengers
its extended chains squeak as
the move around the screws,
the wood groans under its
weightless seat as one might
expect in space... our words
linger in the air with the hot
ashes that rise and fall, quickly
disappearing in the ground...
more words are offered and all
seem to fade away in the night
when our conversations turn
to politics and heat our bodies.
October 10, 2023
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