2010
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”


© Brandon Follett, 2010

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  1. New poem up by Brandon Follett ; http://amphibi.us/all/a-salty-popsicle/