
To begin an adventure
is always difficult.
Overslept again.
Poor decisions,
one way to learn
the pain of the trail.
Waking to the scent of damp wool
and crisping bacon,
hurriedly breaking camp,
pushing too hard to catch up,
bruised pieces of organic matter,
panting at rest
in the shade of a cottonwood.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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