urban camping

We went into a wilderness by the city’s center, and realized we had missed the party. We hadn’t been invited, but we would have surely joined, if we arrived just a few bits sooner. You leaned upon a bent-til-snapped tree, and finished some remainder beers – a half-deflated blow-up doll (cigarette burn-melted to mouth) passed out just to your side. I sat by former fire, some embers still colored red-bright, and lit the joint we’d brought with us as I sat there and wondered and wrote.

“It would have been nice to see what transpired, but my sights are just fine from here.” You smiled and you walked to me, and showed me how to build campfire.

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