Construction sites smell of campfire
Which reminds one of the Boy Scouts
Those little scarves held with wood loops
I picture a climbing wall
Small selves attempting over and over
Little legs against wood
Nostrils inhale s'mores and then alcohol...
Later a fire in a mountain hides from view
Blankets and a tank of watermelon drink
The hush of leaves attending you
Small yellow faces snapping in wind
That's Aspen for you nosy and loud
One large root system with forcing fingers
The tremble like frightened children
Little legs bicycle in the air
So fast smoke pours out...