BondFires

Can we sustain that delicate

flame, those inward orchards

of apples, peaches and pears,

fragrant dark soil beneath

white wispy clouds, cherry-lipped 

children giggling unbridled glee, 

oldsters recalling wild first loves,

nebulous whispers 

of time’s mystery, 

diaphanous Life’s ongoing 

mischiefs that shimmer 

and shudder right now 

everywhere?