A sliding current
lukewarm stirrings
taking me with it
Downstream, I float
taking myself away
from me
And campfire
smoking away day
into dusk
Staring into me
as I, it
separates me
Damp dirt tastes
in my stew
The fire, barely tended
life from leaves
Quick to burn
as easy to end
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
A sliding current
lukewarm stirrings
taking me with it
Downstream, I float
taking myself away
from me
And campfire
smoking away day
into dusk
Staring into me
as I, it
separates me
Damp dirt tastes
in my stew
The fire, barely tended
life from leaves
Quick to burn
as easy to end
