Walking to the latrine at 3 a.m.:
reverently we walk
this diamond path
Walking to the latrine in the morning part of night:
cut in dark prairie
I have a sweet memory of the stillness and the stars, gathered during the same occurence on our recent camping trip. Though there was also this aspect:
I follow hordes
of winged beasts
to the only light
I like these!
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