by Jerry Ratch
Pinnacles
State Park
lying on our backs
stoned on hash
around a campfire
looking up at the
clear see-through
blue green stars
to the other side
of the universe
I know now
you are out there
I float up to
within 2 ft
of the stars
No wait
they have floated down
to within 2 ft of us
near the yellow campfire
and the stars are so friendly
we just marvel at them
like hot feathery points
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'hot feathery points' = great stuff.
Really nice. Especially the last stanza.
Thank you, Ajay.
Thanks, Cherise.
The cadence of this poem is superb. I read it out loud and it sounds wonderful, Jerry.
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