Scraps of Summer

We will light a giant fire tonight

I sit in the grass as people come up to the lakeside, talking about life, singing songs, discussing growth in all its forms.

We will light it and dance in the smoke

We sit on the green shore of the lake, where memories have manifested the past two weeks.

For every branch, we will tie someone’s worries to it

I watch the bugs crawling up the grass, and the sun slowly setting behind a mountain.

We will light it and dance in the smoke.

Stars blink out behind grey-blue clouds as we head to the campfire.