Poem: The Buck

 by Elsa Johnson

The buck

Came trotting up my sidewalk


nose to the ground

nostrils        wuffling


just before the porch steps

– at the top of which

I was standing –

glanced up

and back down


as if to say:


   at this moment

   you are not remotely

   important to my life’

and hustled on

too obsessed

to be flag-ish 

One track mind

ten point sex


The nose knows

what counts

One thought on “Poem: The Buck

  1. Wonderful “buck” poem. I also thought “Day of the Dead” was an amazing blend of personal and universal. LWM

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