Campfire Theology
Charred remains of last night’s campfire
spoke to us like Turkish coffee grounds.
Under the constellations
of an archer, a maiden, and a swan,
we imagined goals
we’d live to see, become.
Blue and yellow flames lapped
like waves against the tinder and
warmed the embrace of the cool night.
We waited for the embers’ last glimmer.
Our dreams floated up to the stars.
Deb Johnston
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I am a former educator, writing in central Wisconsin. When not writing or encouraging students to write, I enjoy lighthouses on the Great Lakes, family campouts, and walking our dog. I am a member of SCBWI. I have a masters degree in education and have been published in The Mailbox MagazineThe Education Center®, The Mailbox®,The Idea Magazine for Teachers®.
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Deb Johnston 
Lovely.
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