Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Places Where Inner Others

Each day the unsettled camp
grows expansive with ideas
and the tables strung in a line
from house to shore are filled
with whisperings of lace
and daisies, and swaths
of black-eyed susans chatter
on the return from the range.
Evening activities yet to be planned
are on no one’s mind as the
campers are loath to leave
the woods until sunset,
and then only rarely.
The flag once raised echoes
from a distant horn,
the misty mornings muffling
sounds or slowly conveying
wet letters from the clouds.

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