I am now in a room where
my father is in a tent
at Sequim Bay.
He’s lit a fire and
his fingers move.
Their shadows are like strings
tied to the tent,
pulling it down.
Tag Archives: tent
Rosary for my daughter
When you sleep in a tent a lion may come
and therefore I give you this knife
Tent of the world
Tent of the world I pin down with
poems till wind lifts the first flap
and the pins pop and scatter,
the wind now all in all
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