old camp blue

old camp blue

your laugh

is music on bark,

on leaf

spilling over rocks,

around crags of old boulders

between shadows

of aspen of birch of

pine

on a mat of needles,

your eyes and mine

are windows

too small for looking

only---

the fallen spruce,

half wood half powder

and you and I

go to dust, elemental

making love

of sun

and stone

and leaf

and laughing

as a swelling of clouds

goes dark

with summer rain