May 30th, 2014

Smoke

Sitting on a
friends deck, chatting
easily about little
things, big things

weddings and islands
and what is happening
at work and not
what is coming up

the smoke from the fire
the kids made
sifting over us and
getting into our hair, clothes

my glass briefly
hides the smell of smoke
while I breathe the
breath of hops

I look out and see the sparks
that still glow and
I can hear the kids
but cannot see them

As they run pell
mell through the yard
miraculously missing
the fire pit and the new hole.