as the sky starts dusking

breakfast spread on the table (galvanized steel tub turned upside down):
blueberries – some huge enough to be a small small plum
oranges, cut into slices
manna bread (how it has been years since i have ripped a piece off of a loaf and brought its wholeness with fruityness and nuttiness tucked inside
to my hungry mouth)
_______

the sweetest bed in a tent that anyone has ever made up for me
arranged by mahogany
complete with a cardboard foundation and
a mat outside the door
_______
raven telling me about how he walks and runs places
and how he used to bike, but the gears have been messed up since a minor crash
and mahogany telling me how raven
learned that he could just change his name if he wanted to
which he did
from bob
_______
 in the back of the truck
whose driver has offered her and mahogany and i a ride
to the parking lot
it’s not like we haven’t done this before sole says to me in reference to
all those rides we hitched around the big island
some easier to catch than others
and sometimes singing that oh lord won’t you buy me a color tv janis joplin song
to the air we moved through
_______
reading the robin wall kimmerer chapter
about the three sisters aloud
to mahogany in the drivers seat while we wait for sole
as the sky starts dusking and the moon
is already bright-bright overhead
_______

night #2 of climbing into bed
within hearing distance
of the clear cool creek flowing
gently through the soundscape
under a moony sky
and a million trees reaching out overhead

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