(for Antsy McClain and the Trailer Park Troubadours
and all the Flamingoheads at Woodflock 2023 in Cobb, California)

Up in the mountains,
two nights at a songfest
sleeping in a cute trailer
with a low-ceiling’d loft bed
I access on my knees,

the computer shrugging
as if it’s never heard
of wi-fi,

makes me reconsider
trying to post a poem
at midnight, because
I’m outta range, baby,
unconnected in
the pines,

where we got to hear
Antsy sing “It Ain’t Home Till
You Take the Wheels Off”
to this crowd of campers,
a song I’ve heard him
perform live dozens
of times,

and now, here we are
actually in a trailer with
the wheels on, anchored
in Pine Grove Campground,
after the music has ended,

the crickets still singing their
sweet harmonies into the night,
feeling oh, so connected
to everything and everyone
who matters.

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(posted a day late because we were, indeed, outta range!)