"each place the same:
fire-pit filled with rusted food cans, charred animal bones, frayed nylon rope, worn shoe,
pile of chopped wood with a new carpet of moss. a salad of dirt, leaves,
pine needles, lichen, and blankets. every once in a while i can scavenge
some cloths, maybe a usable container for water, if i'm lucky."

"i can swear any minute the owner will pop-out
from behind the scarred tree excited to see me; but the tents house new
residents: mostly chipmunks, rabbits, skunks, or badgers. once as i
approached a similar site, my presence startled a deer foraging through
the leaf litter and broken glass."