29&30/30

I went on a spur of the moment two and half day 25+ mile backpacking trip on the Lost Coast Trail with a couple of my friends from clown school. But I didn’t forget about National Poetry Month. I thought about writing a whole poem in the sand, but found that boring. Then I started using rocks, but found that took too long. Then I started adding pieces of drift wood to make it go fast, but my tent makes were waking up so I stopped after the first sentence. So instead here is a poetry prompt. Use: “I want to share my tent with you,” in your piece. I’ll reblog them, yo! Or something.

-sonja lynn mata