campfire dreams

whats left is a bruised smile
a broken backyard dream
of grills and children singing
disney songs on guitars with
macaroni and cheese and
hotdogs on a campfire.

whats left is a bruised smile
in autumn with light jackets
hoping winter is cold this year
so that the slopes are soft
and hair back elastic easy
so that the words are soft
songs on a campfire.

sing to me princess, time
sing like the road to freedom
is built note by note by note...