Ever-prepared to twist a flask
through momentary fence slat openings–
to bounce among the crows
while somehow maintaining resistance
to cherry pie allures–
this bagel hoarder fails to stay a caricature;
his age includes his visions,
inquiries and musings.
His daily hike through neighbors’ sheep farms
dusts his mind, aerates his neurons
and rolls crisp–
long as the hills tumble green
with moss-padding deer,
caws carrying gaiety
over the hours, sometimes damp.
First draft posted to WHARVED on Jan 11, 2012, Entitled “#82”