THE DEPRAVITY OF ETYMOLOGICAL SCAVENGER HUNTS
I was doing the driving.
Implications was the first clue
written on a crumpled envelope
full of thistle and dandelions.
I saw the word, payed no attention
to the envelopes contents.
We were the first out
and my partner was anxious,
a stickler for propriety.
Our car was soon passed by competitors
dangerously on a narrow road
with high hedges and ivy hues.
Let’s go to a pub, rent a room
enjoy the afternoon sensibly,
for I have smelled the Spring lilacs
and a little sweat emanating from
a crevice I could never shun nor eschew.
Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from
Sagging Meniscus Press. He lives in Massachusetts.