heady

sitting
around watching these flames
smolder and flash me by
consuming themselves and starting again
and again.

our words stand up for what we
believe
scotch and cigars hiding behind
our truths
timeless and our grandchildren will have these moments
I can only hope.

life is too short to spend it doing something you don't love, we conclude as the dirt hits the mound,
and joins pieces of our souls shattered and shared
trying new things and for heavens sake they are all new.
none of us knows
how what we are doing will turn
out
or into the best move of our history.

because all these aromas so rich, pulling with a river of hope so heady
we can't stop ourselves.
life is not for the lonely,
life demands to be met head on with all the gusto and guts we've got.

let it loose!
I am going to live so big!