Smoke Long Stories

A Tramp: Day 35 (12/12/12)

I lie on my back over a well-loved trampoline at del Lago. The space between clouds gradually frame vast clusters of dead and burning stars. The constellations have swam long distances from where they waded in Victorian skies. I tell this to the few other people around. They ask me to point out these patterns above us. I try my best and take some creative liberties.


I start my loving relationship with my tent.


This entry was published on 12/12/2012 at 08:05 and is filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
%d bloggers like this: