The Campfire
something
grew cold in the night
something almost died
only a flicker
among the coals
remained
i knew
across the miles
that you can't dream
when you're awake
but then
time
the interloper
gave me
another day
a monday
the sun shone again
and my heart
was glad
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2019
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