A uniformed man packs me in a glass box,
Sends me zooming peak-ward.
I quickly ascend
The glacial signature.
Stepping out
I feel the slow thrust
Of epochs-old
Sediment
Below
me.
Huddled in the pines,
Fleecy couples carve their names with pocket-knives.
Ground squirrels stay fat and happy
Hunting for fumbled snacks.
Away!
A rock gashes my knee bloody
As I clamber over it.
Now there’s a souvenir.
I stumble into a clearing
Where a man feeds two dollars
To a Coke machine.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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Pretty juxtaposition between natural and unnatural.
ReplyDeleteThe gash as the souvenir is genius.
I dig the revision.
What'd your teacher say?
This is great fun, reading this.
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