Highlands Trail - Algonquin, Ontario
	Pitch my tent on the balcony of a June evening.
	Light descends behind ridges, red-
	orange to pink to violet,
	blue-fluff to grey.
	i'm one for the show.
	On the stage bellow
	frogs belt songs of Gyuto monks
	locusts vibrate chants to Beeuze
	while crickets dance in squeaky shoes
	and coyotes laugh and cry in alcoves.
	The silhouette of a bear growls by
	as my fire      pops
	and sparkles sky
	with impotent shooting stars. And i
	suck down an orange
	lick honey
	sink into the ripened ovary
	of an apple tree.