I
looked deep within the flickering flame,
Watching
the orange and red dance, leap and lick
Heating
the bars of the cold metal frame,
Devouring
the leaves and broken sticks.
Its
flames, like fingers trying to reach high
To
gather more things that could be consumed
Meeting only the darkness of the sky
And
the stares of three as it popped and fumed.
Thinking
of the next day, I sat awake.
My
heavy eyes had already grown red
And
I knew that I should very soon take
Leave
from my friends, and find myself a bed.
But,
not moving, I continued to slouch
Staring
intently at our glowing torch
From
the gentle comfort of that old couch
As
shadows danced around us on the porch.
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