The blue jay feather
was the bookmark
about the halfway point
in Moby Dick
and the Volkswagen van
pulled into the camp space
surrounded by redwood trees
a stream nearby
provided the music
and she began
preparing lunch
and he began exploring
the campsite as only
five-year-old boys do
and I retreated
to camp table and bench
and opened to
the blue jay feather
and all about us
the sunlight streamed
in long shafts
down from the tall trees
confirming to me
this was the spot
to be
for we three
and nothing else
counted.
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