Sunday, August 9, 2015

right in my face as I write

don't really have much choice
but to take the trip alone
as a kid it was the summer vacation
spot looked forward to
now the next generation enjoys
the spot in twenty-four hours
the fire will be in Maine
I will join the 3 man army
without a cloud in the sky
sun finds its way to the vanishing point
here where I sit wind blows heat and smoke
right in my face as I write
can't mind as the evening has been
perfectly comfortable as it was
at the bank of the brook as I sat there at dawn...

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