In the half-light of fire
Synthetic fibers recoil and wilt
“Jeez, what happened to my gloves?” we might later lament.
But now we lean closer
And watch the steam curl and rise
Except to say, “Man, I wish this fire would get hotter.”
And then we quietly contemplate
The meaning of life and death
Only to conclude
That Jeremy’s idea,“vanilla vodka and root-beer,” was not so bad.