By Steve Cushman
She held the ball of dryer lint out for me
said this will help you start a fire. It
was the night before my first camping trip
with my son’s Boy Scout troop. It’s
important, she said, to appear as if you
know what you’re doing. Thanks, I said,
but what do I do with it? She smiled,
took me by the hand and led me outside
lit the match and touched it to the lint ball.
She didn’t say anything else, and I didn’t ask,
As we watched the flame catch and grow.
About the Author: Steve Cushman has published three novels, including the 2004 Novello-Award Winning Portisville. His first poetry collection, How Birds Fly, is the winner of the 2018 Lena Shull Book Award.