Thursday, January 15, 2015

Backpacking Realism

It's like the sky fell in the water
now it ripples 'round my feet
as they swell, and I think
    and grovel and stink
in a thin crust of salt
and premium DEET
I ogle at more rocks and trees
that line majestic shore
as though I didn't see enough
of this the day before
and barely smile
because even my face
is feeling mighty sore.

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