Gazing at iridescent coals
 we remember at leisure
 the wet logs we used then jettisoned,
 the dry ones we trucked too many of,
 the rolled magazines the fire choked on,
 the lighter fluid the flames absorbed as quick as we poured,
 the ineffectual pop of the lighter sacrificed to the pile.
When we placed
 leaf next to leaf,
 stick over leaves,
 stick next to stick,
 log over sticks,
 log next to log,
 tending over logs,
we had s’mores for a time,
 tending fire.