fire reflects off red, darkness hides the direction of the eye, the dogs gnaw on their bones, brothers and sisters gather around, major scales in country grooves, blue tent houses the elderly, back to the red and orange, stare at the stars, gray and blue skies above the spirits of trees, loving smiles betray blazing feeling, soon to be dead black, mental momentos and heavy sighs, the blaze acts like a crystal ball, telling futures that no one wants, acting in ignorance for the sake of bliss, in the end, the old man takes me home, spitting and sputtering, as if he too has seen the Spring past.