Bus Stop Poem: Baseline RD & Lakeview Dr
Waiting for the westbound #225.
its 6:45am & the sun is rising to the east,
the light dancing on Baseline Reservoir
and reflecting off the Flatirons to the west.
The view alone is worth the wait but then
we see a big old white dog
just on the other side of the road by the beach
and behind him maybe 25 ft is one lone goat,
chewing on some grass. They both look at us with no fear.
They seem to know each other, there is this
familiarity between them. Maybe they make this pilgrimage
every morning. The goat looking for sweet due covered
grass, the dog along for the morning smells, maybe serving
as a body guard in case of coyotes.
After awhile the two stroll back over the hill and disappear
just as the bus pulls up.
Now strangely enough I am sitting in a local coffee shop
named “The Laughing Goat”, scribbling down
this morning thing, as a straggly looking terrier mutt wonders
from table to table looking for pets or snacks.
I swear, some mornings just cry out for
a poem.
bd burton- 3/7/2016
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