Tonight was the night. The sun was kind, the corpse of winter reborn, As a gentle Spring day. Hamburgers are in order. Yesterday I slaved Over hot yeast and water, flour butter and fat. To bake the tender buns in advent of today. Where ground beef was mixed with spices and patted into nice little patties whilst I Ran outside to check the grill A ridiculous flimsy charcoal deal. I washed the lettuce, sliced tomatoes and pickles, brewed iced tea and of course froze trays of icecubes.
We dug in, I asked if the meat was not too raw, the others made MMMs and gave the thumbs up. Only half the patties eaten, I put the rest back on the grill, can't have my friends dying of salmonella.
We ate hamburgers, we revelled, we danced naked in the night, clothed by the din of passing trains.
We played silly campfire wordgames, We drank a beer and a wine, We played guitar and recorder and accordion badly.
We spoke of ghosts, raccoons, Cello solos, we grew tired and thusly retired. The fire whimpered, and sat alone glowing and smoking as the sun returned.