“Paul Bunyan's Potty”
the map said.
In ignorance I buy the pass
and twist it to my pack..
I walk barefoot
through a red-sanded serpent
banked by thirsty Tamarisk,
watching for Salt Creek.
The serpent sheds
and I walk on its dry skin
that sinks with every step
Tamarisk now cliffs.
Until I reach the crapper-
A grand skylight
An ancient cathedral
A stone sermon.
Who was the moron
that renamed this place?
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