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A single ember glows
Hot, bright, fiery orange
From the blackened
Charcoal pit.
The only remainder of what is now nothing but a
Memory.
After the clambake’s
Finale of s’mores, the hopeful and determined little light is
Forgotten
By all but me, for
A piece
Of toasted, golden-brown perfection,
With a crisp outside layer,
And a gooey and softened warm melted inside of the
Marshmallow
On the flame-licked stick,
Pressed gently, firmly down by the
Solid, deep-brown chocolate
And the crunchy crumb-shedding
Light brown graham cracker -
A roof and plate for my bliss-granting snack.
Yes, forgotten.
The burning orange rebel
Forgotten in the pit
By all but me,
And I just sit here,
Maybe a foot away
On my perch, a sturdy log
Ancient but thick and strong.
A pale, ghostly bench on the
Cool, calm, soft sand I can
Bury my toes in.
The sunset elegantly,
Regally,
And gracefully
Acknowledges me,
And in the light
Of the moon,
The waves
Crash.