That Odd Place

by Scott Gano


In the middle of an open field
I walk down a path made of stone
While an obese squirrel staggers behind
Biting my heels until I bleed

Ignoring the bastard's presence
I pass by a pin up girl painting the sky
As she stands on top of an unbalanced ladder
And dips her brush in a red tool box

Continuing to press forward
That damned squirrel takes his last bite
And runs off into the tall grass
Leaving a trail of small footprints behind


Copyright © 2006 by Scott Gano

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