Adventure

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The Adventures of Thing:

A fuzzy green
a cross
between a juniper
shrub and a
starfish
scrabbles rapidly
away from
me
across the meadow on
its pseudo-pods
looking backward
a wry
smile

I fold up my
map
and find myself hustled
by a dark haired
kid with
an X-Acto knife
flashing
in the blurry arc
of his
hand

I run run run
toward a
band-shell
off in the humid
distance where
a couple of
guys in
flesh pink overalls and
page boy
haircuts are
singing out-of-tune
harmonies
and playing
banjos in the
Appalachian style:

Life is always
lying
in your da-a-a-r-kest
moments
It is a-a-a-l-ways
there
for you to se-e-e-e

Thinking about how
cryptic the lyrics
are
I notice
my wrist
is now spraying
a fine mist
of black blood
onto the
hyper-viridian
turf
and in the distance
I see a white bird
flying high over the
parapets of
what looks like
a castle.