I love campfires and everything that goes with it. From 1980-2001 I stayed every summer from the end of May till the second week of October in my trailer.

We were a tight group, the hardline campers. I wandered from fire to fire usually we all ended up at one campfire, jokes were told, many coffees drank. Those were good days.

I don't like S'mores

following sparks

until they faded out

within the stars

Before Bluetooth replaced

Q-tips, cleaning out the ears

We forget to listen with...

Camping was a thing

No microwaves, or bagged

Skinny Pop... we used the

Fire to burst popcorn kernels

In a basket, on a stick

I learned, the hard way, the

Basket gets hot... fire did

That. My palm burned in

Geometric criss-cross

By the hot wires