Monday, September 7, 2009

Poem of the Week


A Night at Camp

The campfire crackled as we lay
outside our tents on woven straw mats
watching the white moths flitter in and out
dancing like they were in a ballroom
our entertainment after our supper of
hotdogs and French fries
with cupcakes for dessert.

A river birch stood behind the fire
the colors of the bark showing brightly
in orange, pink, and lavender
while the leaves gently blew in the breeze.

I laid against your chest wondering if this
could be our outdoor castle
far away from everything else
at one with each other
in our own paradise.

Copyright 2009 Julie Kovacs. Not to be reproduced without permission from the author.

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