Some thoughts that Lingered
The hot chocolate’s cemented to my tin cup.
A ring, like those in the Grand Canyon, yet insignificant
And then nothing, but silver steel
It plummets down into flies.
The disease lingers there, invisible.
I wonder if even I clean it would the flies stay away?
Where is my fly swatter now?
Retired, sitting in a cabinet where it can’t be of use to anybody
It isn’t needed over there in MN
A thousand slices of tomatoes
Lie curled up: twisted, crumbling
Tied in an abandoned rice sac
With 50 stars and 13 stripes
These tomatoes lie upon a U.S. Paten
Yet, they’ll never breach its boarder.
Their hidden destiny: A Mauritanian’s digestive track
The camel stretches its legs
Dipping one hoof into what use to be a puddle of grit
A mirror of the thawing and melting tug of war
Yet, here, in Mauritania, there is no thawing
Instead, the puddle cracks
Deep incisions that would scare the shit out of an ant
The camel moves, dissatisfied.
Yet, it turns out, there wasn’t ever a puddle
It was just its shadow.
