tent, truck, and van
we all lend a hand
raccoon-proof grey totes
we’re camping
wine in red cups
lots of dirt, and some bugs
a cast iron skillet
we’re camping
golden tree leaves
dance in the breeze
warm crackling fire
we’re camping
ravens eat crackers
ignore magpie chatter
as the Gila flows by
we’re camping
afternoons for napping
playing cards or crafting
hot springs for soaking
we’re camping
we eat oh so much bacon
a few shrooms are taken
psychedelic moonbeams
we’re camping
let’s do it again but
remember Sonia and gin
the more the merrier
when camping
three friends together
hearts bound forever
why do I say
I hate camping?
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