we decided on a whim
sitting by the fire everyone else had left
to stay awake all night
and watch the sunrise
a pile of wood to last us
or maybe bones
I can’t remember
and sometimes we talked
but mostly watched the flames
like living breath of destruction
our gift of entropy to it all
and I saw us
each time the wood shifted
as sparks who left the flame
to fade into cold night
and wind stirring in the trees
free to dance beneath the stars
together, for a breath, burning

An old memory.

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