Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Succession in the Woods
I had to take a breather
Recalibrate
Stop petting my dead dog in my sleep
Camping seemed wise, immersive
Mosquitoes
Weak from campfire smoke but still biting
My arms dotted with rows of bites
Living dog
Lying unaware on a bed of ticks
She catches a disk of salami
Swallows
Stretches to fill all the new open space
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We leave in about two weeks for a month of camping on Manitoulin Island. I am so looking forward to it.
Oh, so sorry to hear of the loss of your dear companion. I know that it is devastating. Your poem captured it…