Three Line Lunch: Sharing the Poker

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 156

Sharing the Poker

In our wet patio chiminea I use firestarters to set flames gnawing on moist logs.
In dark with our cocktails we pass the poker back and forth, taking turns
Kicking red embers into flame, re-jiggering logs to draw air, co-tending our fire.