Smoke Memory Poem by Anyones Guess

images are blurring

blue, orange, red, yellow, white

too close

back away

crunch the leaves under foot

circle the wood

watch the water bathe the rocks

zip up to the neck

hands in pockets

elbows tucked into sides

legs stiffen

you should sit

closer now

feet inch to the flame

thighs begin to warm

hands reach out

face is aglow

hair saves the smoky memory

get closer

it hurts

but it's still not enough