#mop12 No.1

Another one lumbers over the rise

finds you lightly-equipped

too tired to survey

insatiable

despite abundant sanctioned rations.

Easy-pickings and windfall that never satisfy.

Inhale. Exhale.

You turn for the greeting.

A brief locked-gaze

and everything_that’s_ever_going_to_ be

is acknowledged.

Inhale. Exhale.

You slowly rise

clamber back aboard

and set one foot

after the other.

Pavlov’s perpetual device.

//ends

>> month of poetry 2012