(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
talking until ten thirty after a long day
of walking and looking at the country side
houses and castles with stone walls built
from hand as the three layers of clouds sit
in the sky, the lowest
like fire smoke moving quickly north
or east or whatever direction we came from,
the middle layer still and white fluff
with orange glow on the border
from the setting sun,
the upper layer so high it just sets a faint
streak against a baby blue sky and we talk
about words and we talk about people
and we talk to enjoy the company of each
other on the fine night in July and we talk
to know and share the ways of the world
through the bond of human experience
and the laugh of absurd happenings
and funny occurrences and the fruit of the days.
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