You and Me at Boulder Lake

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Dec 2004 · 2 comments

First a berry stain on your pine needled sole and you just say "Look at the fire I made" It's a quick death, a campfired moth. Ash so light, wings disappear flying, dying again toward the canopy. "The crescent moon is a toenail of God" The meteors were last night, mulberry trees whisper, "please shake us we need to let things go"

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[6] Blue Magpie 14-Dec-04/5:13 AM Reply

I liked the last 1.5 lines the best. The toenail of God doesn't seem to harmonise, and I fail to understand why most of the line breaks are where they are. But it was an interesting read.

[9] Dan garcia-Black 14-Dec-04/8:57 AM Reply

Haven't been camping for 40 years but this resonates. It is one of 'those' moments that can happen anywhere when you are with 'that' person. Here in LA it could happen at the Mark Taper, in S.F at 'the baths' or in Texas at a barbeque. It needs a bit of tightening to be a -10-.