Approaching Derby,
the train is briefly flanked by
one droll butterfly.

The morning chorus
of zips and velcro begins:
dawn on the campsite.

If I moved like you
they'd take me for a drunkard,
carefree butterfly.

Sleepless, 4am –
wheels of that passing freight train,
sing my lullaby.

Glad you could make it!
Thought you might've stood me up,
o tardy summer.