My fire took my constant vigilance and so
My beach fold-up red chair next to it, boxes
Of cut up wild grass stalks keeping the whole
Show aglow! Just kept reaching for and then
Feeding them “ tween logs and metal not too
Tricky not to shabby! I was a loner this time
As no one joined, a group elite was I of one!
I snapped some pictures and waited to see if
Neighbors would come, but all I heard were
Young children’s shrieks and joyous being!
I smiled at that, I looked out for flying over-
Board flames as there were always some
Wanting desperately to escape the intensity!
As I say I am here now inside, having enjoyed
My wife’s homemade chicken soup, and my
Forehead alerts me to that heat, it presses into
My skull a firm massage if you will, not con-
Tant but present and there, I am here now with
My words to note this splendid affair ‘tween
Me and my own Tony-made fire of logs, leaves,
Twigs and chopped up stalks of really tall wild
Grasses! What an amazing moment an hour or so,
Glass of earthy, pithy, strong Italian weedy now
Dry red wine of Lacrima an almost lost grape
Of Abbruzzo saved by one vineyard, already
Four day’s old, so it I may not scold for it has
Aired and taken that unasked for oxygen that
Has changed its soul and made it so gutsy raw
Harsh harsh harsh! Not really now a taste 4/me!
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