Dec11

Ten seconds after the explosionI sat on my porch in Hunter’s OakAnd toasted marshmallowsIn the blushed December night.The heat stood stock straight,Daring me with childish eyesTo challenge it, to defeat it,Go beyond the end of the roadAnd relish in the blazing.I took to my Tesco’s lunch bag,Dug out my sandwiches,Watched them go up in smokeLike…