which was halfway up to the real
cool lake, we broke and pitched
unwelcome tent. We'd gotten lost
along the way. Exhausted, stitched
in sides, and taking sidelong looks,
we made as if to make the best.
We'd wake at dawn
to make up for
what by then would be
yesterday.
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