walking today and it
smelled like
camp. it smelled like
pine.
it smelled like 4-H
and girl scout
and church
and private girls'
camp.
(though private girls'
camp
also smells like
chanel
number
five.)
the sun was
out. you almost expected the
dinner bell
to
ring.
the water
shone.
in your mind
you saw tom,
the canoe teacher,
and the diary you
wrote about him
in.
you saw your
cabin
and the lumpy
mattress. the
wooden floor that
you tripped over
five
times. the graffiti
(hearts and
flowers) on the
walls. who loves
whom and arrows
punctuating
it.
you hear camp
songs. kumbaya before
kumbaya was a
joke.
before the dreams you thought
you wanted
turned into
the life
you know
you
do.
