Poem Category: Camping.

open tent
the broken hearing
of red rustled leaves

open tent
the hour sunrise
takes to perfect

camping
the mirage the sun bakes
from an empty sky

camping
just enough clouds
to tattoo the river

camping
an afterimage of the crow–
where she watched me

camping
each speck of a Galaxy
replaced by another

camping
without a sound
insomnia leaves

camping
our Milky Way
on the edge… seeing within

camp fire
the Big Bang expanding the space
I sit in

camping
a space between stars
harder to find