The Morning After

After a rare balmy April Friday evening.

Saturday morning:
the remains of a fire
the plastic webbing of a firewood bundle
a couple of empties
and a couple of test prep notebooks soggy with dew

A giving up?
A prank?
Too drunk to care?
A completion?
(and if so, why not burned?)

Whoever you are, wherever you are
May you learn what you need to learn