03 Campfire Dancing
I have never quite warmed
to the idea of campfire.
Gathering around an open flame -
its volcanic heart
convulsive, imprisoned -
I find unsettling at best.
Ask and I will swear
it is my fear
of a burn, surely not
the crackling call
to my wildness within,
caged and primal,
coiled to spring
from its bony human prison.
Lori Boulard
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