THE COOK FIRE

 

After peeking beneath the eve,

the sun dives south beyond the ridge

near the Solstice. Time’s quick departure

 

into darkness begs moments stolen

around a fire, glass of wine,

2-for-the-price-one thin tri-tips

 

browning above hardy Manzanita coals

flicking blue and yellow tongues

into our eyes to clear them—

 

like standing in a gate opened

to a pasture of possibilities

yet ungrazed at this late date.

 

 

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