Friday, September 30, 2016

Weekly Worded

Troop 93

scouts camped in the trees
half a mile from a farmer’s cornfield
sending braided campfire smoke
into a watercolor sky 
anyone glancing up
couldn’t help but stare 
at the gilded sunset
tasseled with burning oak
but not the boys
too busy punching sticks into the flame
or their scoutmasters  
sitting in the outer circle
warming themselves
inside and out
discreet with their whiskey 
monitoring how fiercely the boys might spark



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