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Thursday, August 20, 2015

THANK YOU RED ANT

for the sting on the top
of my sunburned foot.
You sent me to the water,
made me get up and
leave my beach chair.
After all I heard that
sitting is the new smoking.

Thank you waves
for sending me these shells
to gather and take home
as a reminder of my trip.
A strange custom, yet
no one seems to find peculiar.

Imagine strolling a trail,
gathering the bones
of woodland creatures-
a white tailed deer’s femur,
a jawbone of a raccoon,
strolling a trail,
picking up those tiny fingers
of a gray squirrels.

See what I mean?


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