The match
By Richard
It’s pretty simple
You’re walking in a park, or in a field,
some open place
a big view of the sky
You see two people in the distance
As you get closer you begin to recognize them
maybe a couple of friends,
maybe one lights a cigarette,
The sky, the expanse
The lit match of course doesn’t burn you
You see it, but you’re not touched by the flame
There’s the sky, two friends.