Last August
I rented a place in the park
No. five
In the park
The largest, nationwide
I was guest to my tent
Thanks to time.
My fire aborted, hardly on
Saw little due to rain.
Through night angry was sky
Saw nothing, only rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
Till morning.
Then in my underwear
Fire dead; Fresh Air
World was wet.
In New Brunswick…
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