mark weber | chased out
CHASED OUT
my poor butt is sore from
sitting on this log too long
and these odes from old Rome
speak too clearly of the fickle
ways of mankind, and
there’s a certain fly I’d like
to feed to a spider, so far
up this canyon above Placitas, and
Albuquerque International is sending
its jets straight overhead, one
begins to despair of ever finding
a peaceful respite on this planet,
then
out of the blue
there is the largest cottonwood
I have ever seen! it makes me
nervous it’s so big I’m expecting
a giant cyclops with dinner on
his mind to chase me out
of here
Mark Weber
16sept07 Sandia Mountains
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Saturday, September 22nd, 2007, 12:32.
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September 23rd, 2007 17:30
I was reading the Odes of Quintus Horatius Flaccus
(aka Horace) that day, in the perfectly wonderful
versions by Joseph P Clancy that I’ve kept close
all these so many years. Reading in the mountains,
what could be better? Sip a little grape juice, eat
a granola bar. And an apple. It’s been a relatively wet year
for New Mexico, hence the flies. I was up Piedra Lisa
Trail. I saw a horny toad (!) which I havent seen in years.
He had coloration perfectly camouflaged for the granulated
granite gneiss rocks and scrub oak (Gambel oak) underbrush.
And deer all over. And birds like crazy. Sun and even the
moon early on in the day.
signed,
mark the speller
Thank you KLAUS for posting this incidental poem of mine