indian camp // places i know of
Poetry Writing is one of my favorite classes this semester. If I have to get up for an 8 am, at least it is for this. Goodnight friends. Indian Camp Low flat place beside the river Oak trees, lupine, tarweed, moss I know because old people say so Otherwise I would not. Wild wheat stalks cover secrets Those who lived and saw the sky There are bones here Shadows dancing Drink the river, hear...