by Jerry Ratch









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