we sit around a fire
or does the fire contain us?
We know Doyle is tired, because he doesn't say much
it was June or July
it felt like December,
Chill it was the night
Do you remember
.....
That cold Blue ember?
And who? put the leaves on this tree
toothing the starred sky,
ratcheting branches cradling night
Delivered by an exterior design
sparkling along the nights moon beams
I play this chord for you
my dear friend,
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