Poem Category: All

camping
where the owl left
a handful of stars

camping
the stars take their time
from a Dark Matter

camping
I can’t see
with Dad’s wisdom

camping
the touch of freckles
over Laurel’s skin

camping
even as I slap mosquitoes
the buzz of the fire

camping
even as the fire starts
a sizzle of rain

camping
found in the fire
the scent of lemon Gums

camping
the silence in
the nearness of dawn

camping
thunder shakes the tent
in its ropes