Sleepless (#2)
In the middle of the night,
I hear distantly
A roaring motorcycle
And trucks on the freeway.
Near dawn, I wake again.
The freeway is humming
With many more vehicles.
Then a bird nearby
Is singing,
And squirrels run gaily
Across the roof.
And nothing can compare
To the morning air –
Not any other wonderful thing.
clarakatalin 
Camp Freeway
One early morning this summer, I was driving past a freeway on-ramp, and I noticed a camping tent amongst the trees. If I hadn’t known that I was on a freeway, the area looked very much like a campground, with lovely pine trees, but of course without picnic benches, running water, showers, or toilets. But the place did look a lot like a typical California campground.
A few days later, there were two tents. Word was getting around.
But after a few weeks, no more tents. It would be interesting to know the stories of the people involved.
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