ALADDIN AND ME
(jersey pines)
Forty thieves and the marksman's knife.
I know nothing more than that - I was
alone, walking through deep woods, the
light in the sky was ambling with me, ample
and able too. How's that for companionship?
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The road was cut with deep lines of tire tracks,
where the farm roads petered out one to another.
I saw the short man, with plastic pants, holding a
cow in place by the neck. Nothing else was around.
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Need I panic, I thought to myself? I held
steady and, as the wind rustled, all I saw
was the most scant movement - as the man
pushed and prodded I realized he was guiding
that cow up the ramp at the end of his truck.
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