Out Camping Alone
Stream water, moon distilled
turns the absinthe creamy
green and florid notes of the mountain
where the birds sing at night
I don't know what thunders in the sky,
what is flashing,
what is jumping among the fir trees
and the tall grasses?
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Copyright 2016 watercolor
Published on Tuesday, September 6, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"