Poem Category: Camping

camping
an afterimage of the crow–
where she watched me

camping
each speck of a Galaxy
replaced by another

camping
without a sound
insomnia leaves

open tent
magpies in the Gum trees
a song at a time

open tent
some of the bird songs
left in the fog

open tent
leaving its afterimage
on butterfly wings

open tent
the broken hearing
of red rustled leaves

open tent
the hour sunrise
takes to perfect

open tent
light of dawn
the magpie’s worm pulls back

open tent
the leaves the rain puddle
takes from the wind