Wild Child (Volker Schunck)


getting out of my sleeping bag
the early look
out of my fabric door
white frost on its surface
newborn morning
on all fours
out of the tent
first thought
freezing half naked
feeling myself
cuddles and a hand of frolic
for my best friend
lying outside on my air mattress
in my half opened sleeping bag
camping stove
instant coffee
the old cup
bread in one
salami in the other hand
the first swallow of black coffee
to say
good morning
to the sun

(Volker Schunck)

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