Vermont
Feeling the August sun
dry the pond's cool water
off of my back and shoulders.
Noticing my chin is thick
with salt and pepper stubble.
Wearing the same yellow t-shirt
for three days
without realizing.
Cooking up green bean soup
on a fire that I started.
Reading about Russian Czars
from a used paperback
I bought at the library.
Mopping up the last dribbles
of soup with the bread
I bought that morning.
Listening to doo wop
coming from my jeep's radio.
Watching the clouds crawl
across the mild blueness.
Rolling up my jeans
to use as a pillow.
Staring at the stars
sparkling in the
deep purple.
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