Camp

The hammocks sway
in a slight breeze funneled
through the viaduct, hidden
among the green cling
of the riverbank — vacant
for now, sagged low and
rustic seemed, save for the cruelled
muscle that will loosen there
once night falls on the park so
well-groomed below the hipped
roofs that command the bluffs,
blind but for the views
their windows frame.

Image: Ovidiu Gruescu on Unsplash

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