7:53 PM
The sunset breeze subsides
And a melancholy fog
Reflects the beach town lights in pinkish grey.
Random stars blink through
Like eyes straining to see
Past the mist, to a sleepy world below.
The bonfire pops and crackles,
Ribbons of light wrap tightly
Around bits of pine and paper cups.
The cold air bites, embracing
The heat of dancing flames,
And the two make awkward love in smokey bliss.
In the distance crashing waves
Softly strum the shoreline
Like an endless ocean harp-song meant for none.
The moon's night-light glow
Calls to tide and twighlight skies
As the fire gives in, and smolders in the dark.
Caren E. Salas
(photo by William Salas)
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