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darkening sky—

packing up the tent

and driving straight toward the rain

 

 

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camping at the edge

of the river, all night

I dream of thirst

 

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asking a question

I don’t want answered—

earwigs under the tarp

 

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waking to rain

on the tent—

no rainbows at 2 a.m.

 

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give me a day

not measured in hours—

splash, spoke, step, flame, song

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blue flax beside the highway,

ten thousand bridal bouquets—

 

each moment of the journey

saying, “marry me”

 

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said the mama heron,

no more crawling

when you were made to fly

 

 

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surprised by the mama grizzly—

one hand on the car door,

the other focuses the camera

 

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in a field of avalanche lilies

each one

the most exquisite

 

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clapping for Old Faithful—

thrilling at predictable

astonishment

 

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sleeping in a puppy pile

between my grown children—

oddly glad for cold nights

 

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morning alarm—

raindrops on the tent

each one pressing snooze

 

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june snowstorm—

the morning takes its bikini for a drive

and slips into a hot springs

 

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searching every meadow for moose—

missing it like that kiss

from the boy I never kissed

 

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a whole week

with no blue—

relying on the places

I’ve tattooed sky

on my inner walls

 

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seventh day in Yellowstone—

just another glorious herd of bison

and their perfect golden calves

 

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the sing-along of a thousand miles—

even Julie Andrews asks

are we there yet?

 

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said the desert,

you can’t smell the sage

going sixty

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One Morning

folding up the tent—

summer in a small package

wood smoke still in my hair

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wet hair,
wet dress, wet feet
wet eyes
across the field
blue sky

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