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He pulls away, precariously balanced
above the raucous creek slicing through
the campground’s city-like togetherness
she protectively hovers, hands cupped
inches from his slender back, prepared to grab
honoring his need for independence
the crooked lodge pole leans
toward what little sun is bestowed
upon it by its larger brethren
a mother, a child
a tree, a stream
soft light.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC