Love Poem for R.R.
I have Wile E. Coyoted you
so resolutely, so doggedly,
that in a second or two
I’ll notice my Acme® jet-pack
is spent and my skates are rolling
ungrounded. Instantly, physics
will take over, flinging me,
your Hard-headipus ravenus,
arrow-straight down the canyon
to the weeeeeeoooww of a slide
whistle, a dot turned to dust
with a thud, only to extricate
my carcass from a coyote-shaped
crater, straighten my accordion
snout, pluck cactus from my ass,
and chase you all over again.
from Autumn Sky Poetry 14 — by James S. Wilk
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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