Bonfire at Sunset

Flames spring up gesturing hypnotically
In the trees’ silhouette at a neighbouring cottage
Dwarfed by the sun’s fiery show
Across the river.

The place is history as we imagine
Flashing through memory:
Siblings, children, men, women
All pass by, stop briefly or not
Smiling, grimacing — private and public
A straw hat in the sun, a plastic float,
A beach pail, groceries, a drink,
A paddle, a towel, lawn chair, shuffleboard cues
A pie, marsh mallows, corn cobs, camera
Sunglasses, picnic basket, engagement ring.
Excited, expectant, too hot, shivering,
Relaxed, sweating with exertion, fever,
Fear, loneliness, sorrow, and bliss.

Memory, like a sleeve hides and
Teases, distorts and promises.
This sunset, this bonfire has been here
And will be here long ago again.

— August 25, 2006

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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