Dub Love

Friday Morning June 13, 2008
(really more late Thursday night),
winding down at destination
after weeks of anticipation.
Air rarified with less city,
less valley, less rain, high dessert dry.
Quiet, only Deschutes River tumbling by.
Bright clear sky, fat waxing moon, lighting the night
and broad views of sky sage brushed hills afford,
standing in wonder on the planet
under the cosmos
in awe of it all
strikingly beautiful and now.
Fellow campers drifting to bed even at our arrival
after dark on a long June day.
Early and already a
sizeable contingency
of VW busses camping.
Tomorrow, I'll be watching the camp grow,
rather than driving into the midst of the arrival.
So glad to be away
from the normal day-to-day
and now under wide desert sky
brighter star and moon lit
because the city we have slipped.

A year,
much passes many
changes people jobs politics
mostly people and the
joy of gathering
another year
comparing bruises, rites?, engine,
health. Patching commiserating,
glad to gather out of the norm to
enjoy similar ilk.  

Posted On: June 29, 2008  |  Comments(0) | Read Full

Spring sprang and trees are leafed for summer, toughened from tender to commitment by a freak heat wave.

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Blustery billowy
windy day
tarpolin testing
snapping flapping
and cries of dismay,
all occassion ready...  
kites launched, pinwheels
blur, raptors soar
tree limbs and leaves roil
sun shining bright
hats captured in flight