Bonfire Lemons

Summer nights are sweeter for the holidays

A bonfire is built where the lemons go

Leo Libra chatter unspools

as citrus crackles and wafts

to the stars, awakening an

ancestral dragon. A matriarch

of a bitter crucible. Hold this

circle forever aflame.

Descending toward the invitation

of embers and cousins, our

voices rise in a drunken

swell and bounce off the moon.

The moon. I’ll put a tiny pearl prayer

in my hands and offer it to

her when the night is over.

I can only gaze into her eyes

as the car drifts home. And

we each hold an ember

on the tip of our

tongue.

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