We woke up in Oslo;
the sunlight seen
through the slit
when the zip
of the tent was opened.
I breathed in the air
trying to get through
the mustiness of bodies
and stale night air.
How did you sleep?
Dalya asked.
Disturbed mostly.
Why?
Well you were there
and and I was over here,
and you slept so peacefully,
your breathing so regular,
so neat.
She looked around at me
from the zip
and said,
how did that disturb you?
I was wake
and couldn't sleep
and seeing you sleeping
disturbed me.
Why couldn't you sleep?
Too much *****
too much heavy food,
I don't know,
just couldn't get off.
You oughtn't
to be here anyway,
she said,
if the Yank girl
hadn't gone off
into your tent
with the Aussie guy
to do whatever,
you would be there
with him.
What was I to do
sleep out
in the cold night air?
I would have caught
pneumonia or such.
It shocked the ****
out of me
seeing you there
in my tent
when I woke this morning,
Dalya said.
Then I realized
the Yank prat
wasn't here
and put one
and one together.
Don't make a habit of this.
Well, you tell her
to keep out of my tent
and I’ll tell the Aussie
to have his *** elsewhere,
I said.
I'm going for a shower,
she said,
I’ll call out to her
to get out of your tent
on the way
and then you can get
your gear
to shower and dress.
She went out the tent
with her towel
and changed of clothing.
I lay there
in yesterday's clothes,
feeling yuk and tired,
gazing at the scenery
through the slit
of the zip area.
When I entered her tent
the night before
she was asleep,
so I crept to the other side
of the tent and slept
on top of the sleeping bag
of the Yank girl,
only I didn't sleep
too well,
but I watched Dalya,
the sleeping beauty,
sleeping
in her sleeping bag
zipped up and tidy
and blew a kiss
from my palm
which touched
her shoulder.
I always smiled
at that
as I got older.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
We woke up in Oslo;
the sunlight seen
through the slit
when the zip
of the tent was opened.
I breathed in the air
trying to get through
the mustiness of bodies
and stale night air.
How did you sleep?
Dalya asked.
Disturbed mostly.
Why?
Well you were there
and and I was over here,
and you slept so peacefully,
your breathing so regular,
so neat.
She looked around at me
from the zip
and said,
how did that disturb you?
I was wake
and couldn't sleep
and seeing you sleeping
disturbed me.
Why couldn't you sleep?
Too much *****
too much heavy food,
I don't know,
just couldn't get off.
You oughtn't
to be here anyway,
she said,
if the Yank girl
hadn't gone off
into your tent
with the Aussie guy
to do whatever,
you would be there
with him.
What was I to do
sleep out
in the cold night air?
I would have caught
pneumonia or such.
It shocked the ****
out of me
seeing you there
in my tent
when I woke this morning,
Dalya said.
Then I realized
the Yank prat
wasn't here
and put one
and one together.
Don't make a habit of this.
Well, you tell her
to keep out of my tent
and I’ll tell the Aussie
to have his *** elsewhere,
I said.
I'm going for a shower,
she said,
I’ll call out to her
to get out of your tent
on the way
and then you can get
your gear
to shower and dress.
She went out the tent
with her towel
and changed of clothing.
I lay there
in yesterday's clothes,
feeling yuk and tired,
gazing at the scenery
through the slit
of the zip area.
When I entered her tent
the night before
she was asleep,
so I crept to the other side
of the tent and slept
on top of the sleeping bag
of the Yank girl,
only I didn't sleep
too well,
but I watched Dalya,
the sleeping beauty,
sleeping
in her sleeping bag
zipped up and tidy
and blew a kiss
from my palm
which touched
her shoulder.
I always smiled
at that
as I got older.
A BOY AND GIRL CAMPING THROUGH EUROPE IN 1974 AND AT OSLO.
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