"Like Lighting Wet Spots" by Phil DeAngelis

Like Lighting Wet Spots (wt)

Flicker once, it goes out.
Wet spot.
The sun did help though,
Earlier.
The straw-bedding is still saturated.
To himself, he thought
To say more. Yes. Spark it.
No, wait, she will kindle
The flame.

“That’s interesting, tell me more”

Ah, yes, that line, like a blanket of Pine,
will suffice. Find the dry spot.
Now,
She will talk more.

Not for long though.

He lays another log,
Wet
From the dew in the grass,
Still smolders.

Too much smoke.

He shuts his eyes, but
He can still
Speak.
That’s a mistake, damn.

Another log laid to rest.
Almost silence.
Only the bark
Can be heard, sizzling.
Smothered bed of coals.

Conversation, like the grass, is dank.

She’s leaving now,
Fleeing,
Like smoke running from
The heat.