liknowleum must have dug its doodle

after a long walkread he returned to the bathroom to check it out 

it had been two hours minimum

                                    it had drawn an awfullyrealistic horses head

was still there

   it reminded him  years ago  of driving past hayfields barbedwire fencelines signs

                                                                       Trespassers Will Be Violated

they were riding up to Lost Horse Trail for a picnic

she wanted him to see it

take in the Montana she knew

                                 she summered there since a young girl

rode cattle roundup tended gardens put up vegetables jerked beef  dried wild huckleberry

 

standing at the precipitous edge on top of Lost Horse he looked wayway down into the confluence of two valleys

raising his eyes he looked west into Idaho

they ate

    afterwards they laid down on the blanket talked while lookingup into the mingling white clouds the brilliantblue air

they fell asleep in each others arms

 

a full bladder roused him

he was unable to get up without waking her

                                                  Sorry babe   Natures calling

whatever it is theres something about guys and high places that must be urinated off of

theres no choice but to take a leak from it

it was a couplethousand feet to the canyon floor

    at his back

                  I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

I wont fall

Don’t . do it.

I cant help myself

                    a full bladder he pissed hardarched a yellow rainbow

delighted he watched it fall                                                                   

    Oh shit . . .

the updraft returned it

                          revisited him 

spatteredbraided his pants shirt rained in his face droplets iridescent in his hair

she howled

              I told ya . . .

spinning from the edgeshe hadnt movedwas still laying on the blanket on her side on her elbow

                                                                                                                Yadid

sixseven quick steps he was on her

                                     NO.

dropping on top of her he shook his head a Catholic aspergillum besprinkled her her face her lips  kissed her

giggling under his barrage of kisses she kissed him back

    in that very moment he fell utterlymadly in love with her

early afternoon,  Sunday,  23  11. 25

2001,  Sunday