Putting Out the Fire
Putting Out the Fire.
Roasted on face and knees,
they confront burning logs
and crackling twigs.
Morsels have been cooked
and eaten: night's cold wetness repelled.
Foremost thought rolls across
their minds — they must
smother the campfire
built with passion
that properly stoked
would last forever.He has one more marshmallow to roast.
She fears flames will creep out of control
through grass and brush.
She wants to bank the coals
and let them die of their own accord.
He gathers a pail and heads
to the creek.
How do we extinguish fire
that fed our souls for a while?