Earlier, the fire pit was filled with the day’s rainfall
Memories are lingering in the back of my mind
The smell of the campfire, the taste of the vine
The spice from the crawfish, the laughter of friends
The joy of a restful weekend we never wanted to end.
This poem is in response to the WOD prompt-Lingering
I have a hyperactive imagination.Welcome to my world. You can get here by way of Astoria Blvd.,Sunrise Hwy or Wyoming Avenue~
"Something wicked this way comes"
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As Always, More to Come
