POEM: BLUE WAVE
You blew a wave of peace
The parked pipe rests in a neutral face
We plant ourselves in a circle
The bonfire is introduced
Sage smoke graces our shoulders
And this vicinity before the fall
Mops our breath
And burns leaves brown
A guitar is passed for tickling
Our souls rise like a fish reel
Making the air in our circle smaller
The bonfire blends into background
THE COLOR SERIES
THE COLOR THRICE
WORDS
FOREST
DREAM FADE
THE POTTER
BLUE WAVE
THIS FISH WALKS
HAIR TWANG
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Beautiful, just beautiful. Brings back sweet bonfire memories.