Caja Del Rio.Poem. Don Mciver.
1. The wind picks up. Encased in a tent, I'm attached to a kite about to take flight, and tonight I'm thankful for plastic. The rain fly strains at the sown straps, tent stakes, and plastic snaps, and I, tucked inside, watch the walls bend and buckle, then snap back in place. Dry, I
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