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That One Time Last Summer, Remember? (Free verse) by jessicazee

First a berry stain on your pine needled sole, and you just say "look at the fire I made" It's a quick death, a campfired moth. Ash so light, wings disappear, flying, dying again toward the canopy. The shower drips all night, mulberry trees whisper, "please shake us" "we need to let things go"

Dovina 12-Dec-04/9:37 AM
A improvement over "Going Camping," quite good, but I wish you'd remove that dripping shower.




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