Camping Trip Poem

Mezzetin ca. 1718–20 Antoine Watteau

Sometimes it’s not about the spark.
Sometimes it’s a trip to the park.
Sometimes we put away the paint.
Sometimes the joy is in the quaint.
Sometimes it’s just the smile or the look.
Sometimes it’s just the smell of a book.

Sometimes we must abandon the stage.
For the small things
we’ll remember
when we
age.

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