Aug 122011
 
christlike waits
for death
on the open road

loving the open sun
and hot asphalt
by the empty sidewalk

no one watches his toes
curl and uncurl
in the pink heat--

repeated in the orange stamp
on his back
and his hard tooth-yellow belly

his small ancient eyes
close in ecstasy
as the sun engulfs his shell

--from the furtive 
culvert
below 

a galvanized safety rail
he stepped slowly 
slowly

a million years or so each
step nothing
in his mind but the sun

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