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Luncheonette

 
The fire roars loudly
As a lion in winter
The broth pot bubbles
Babbles and rumbles
Logs spit and crackle
Flames lick and kiss
Everything they touch
The pot gets stirred, but
Certainly not shaken
The odour of embers
And soup become infused
With wild country air
Soup gets supped
Spooned and slurped
Bellies now nearly full
The idea of desert
Does not desert me
Marshmallows stabbed
By wooden skewers
Carefully carouseled
In circular motions
Into orange flames
Hold and rotate
Weird consistency
Crispness of liquid
Like white magma
Burns my chin
And both lips
Was the sweetness
Worth the pain
Hand me another
And I’ll let you know
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
Published | Edited 27th Oct 2017
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