A girl on a bike rides the circle around the campground across the river.
A rooster crows as a horse whinnies.
Wet clothes tossed across the bed of a truck dry as the sun heats up.
Summer cicadas shake their rattles in the tree tops as air conditioners begin their hum.
Driving into the mountains of North Carolina yesterday, I recalled how not that long ago there were no interstates nearby, no asphalt roads winding over or through the mountains.
Footpaths marked routes of transit as star paths marked Earth's transit.
We are the girl on the bike circling round the Universal campground as the rooster of Time crows "Wake Up."
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 30 July 2011
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