Camping

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Camping poem

 Griz breath
on my neck

in the middle of the night

in the middle of the night
Griz claws—

just a canvas-hair’s breath

above my face.

Teeth chattering
wild girl
turned noodle

in the middle of the night.

 

Written for  Poetic Asides Wednesday prompt

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