Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Poem: The Red Flag



A brown bison with dreadlock fur
Grazes alongside the sparkling river
In the Lamar Valley

His colossal head wreathed
In black flies and no-see-ums
He ambles across the meadow

At a pace to reach the other side
Hours from now
The warning signs remind me

Of his pent-up potential
Bison are a little bit crazy
And will charge for no reason

Erupting from zero to thirty
In a flash
While a homo sapien

Tops out at ten m.p.h.
He would close the gap
In a few seconds

But I am still tempted
To wave the red flag
Just to see

The lumbering beast
At full speed
Charging to impale me.

Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, July 11, 2006
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