2010
07.04
07.04
Pedaling
the steep grade
of
the curvy road
that
trails off
into
the horizon
has
tired my legs
and
mentally
worn
me out.
fatigue
pulls
me
to
the edge
of
the shoulder
sleepiness
overtakes
my body
I
crawl
into
the grass
close
my eyes
let
nature reclaim
this
pile of exhaustion
I
stare into the sun
and
murmur,
“little tick
little tick
my
blood is healthy
and
thick
enjoy,
enjoy
grow
vigorous
and
quick
big
deer
don’t
poke me
with
your antlers
but
gently lick
my
armpits
they
are mercury free
I
want to be your
salty
popsicle
scary
mountain lion
I
apologize
my
body is lean
and
somewhat trim
didn’t
go to the McDonalds
feed
lot
or
graze
in the grocery
snack
and soda aisle
before
setting out
on
this trip”
New poem up by Brandon Follett ; http://amphibi.us/all/a-salty-popsicle/