bathing suits tossed
     over a shower curtain rod
rain on the roof
    of a tent
ground up beans
     hot water, a chipped mug


surrounded by skeeters and snores
     tucked in the smokey foothills
surrounded by blinking, moving stars on the ground
     in an open field, on a small farm, under a starless sky
surrounded by your best friends and
     people you don’t know, but somehow do
surrounded by soft swirls of smoke
    sipping cheap beer