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Summer Night
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Lit a bonfire in the backyard on
this mid-August night. I am
flattered that the flames consume
the soul of the wood. Like fire,
with stringent force, the rampage
of angry words burns the soul
of the marriage. I am watching
the flames reach their peak as
I toss in my wedding band. We
are like flowers that were planted
in the spring. We grew, blossomed,
escaped into unbelievable beauty.
Pleased the eye before we died;
Our colours fading as the cold
winds of fall began to blow. Leaves
falling from the trees which were
being prepared for winter hibernation.
Bare branches lonely once again.
I will chop them down, these trees.
Add them to my woodpile for other
bonfires lit in the cold emptiness of
a blazing mid-August summer night.
