Tom and Henry, Camping Out

Well, Ford, people like us, we
Don't have to worry. We have the river
Coming up just here. Dancing came

Naturally, easy as misprints in a bunch
Of kids setting their own type. We had
Palazzo font, and the right note

Of melancholy. To find purple gauze
Or gold faience on morning coffee means
The whole day will go by like a nap.

We had the cherry flowering above us
Where we lounged like arrived mallards
The voluble petals billowing

Around us whispering, “How far is down?”
We had a candle ready and watched the lightning
Shred up from the landing field in the valley

When the transformer went. You laughed,
“Never explain.” We knew if we could step out
Of our bodies they would fill up with those garnets.