camping at the edge
of the river, all night
I dream of thirst
*
asking a question
I don’t want answered—
earwigs under the tarp
*
waking to rain
on the tent—
no rainbows at 2 a.m.
*
give me a day
not measured in hours—
splash, spoke, step, flame, song
Really nice. I love camping.
Me, too! But I always seem to bring on the rain … each time I set up my tent!
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Friday, July 14, 2017 at 3:00 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “A Small Bouquet of Poems Written While Camping”