red-spotted newts and wild roses

red-spotted newts
wild roses by the creek
hummingbirds in the woods
using rocks on the guy wires
because the pegs were wrapped in tim's tent at home
a bonfire till midnight passed
lightning as we tucked ourselves into the tent,
rain in the night and one tiny hole in the ceiling
which dripped a few globules of crystal
a mossy green morning with coffee and tea
and a slow wood hike in a drenching downpour
till our clothes were like a second skin

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