Mud Rolling
I know. It's damn hard
to follow those directions,
the ones to grow wings -
especially hard
when you have instincts to roll
in really grand mud.
Good for cooling blood
is what I heard about mud.
No need to miss me.
I am not thinking
of shooting off world
anytime between today
and twenty nineteen.
April 30, 2014 4:10 PM
Written in response to a poem by Irene on her Orange Is A Fruit blog on Wordpress back at the end of April this year.
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.