Campfire Meditation
by Bernadette L. Wagner

our fire crackles
your kindling licks
my split logs     the coffee
bubbles in a blackened pot

power of fire
to soothe a day of
wicked wind     still blowing
acrid thoughts

tensions of twice-yearly
visits, of the decades
between us     melt
like snow in july

we sip our hot coffee     spitting
grounds to the grass and I wonder
will you be here next year

Nude
by Archna Jaideep Singh

Bernadette L. Wagner loves the lazy days of summer, particularly when she is out-of-doors, out of the sun, near water and sipping lemonade. Oh, and she loves campfires, too.

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