At the End of the Ride Lies Bethesda
When we get on the Vamoose
to go to Sandy’s for Thanksgiving,
I’ll forget, again, to bring water
and eats for the four-hour trot.
I’ll live with my thirst, as I do,
but you’ll produce a bottle of
Dasani, small enough to carry
in your coat, big enough for us.
Knowing how hungry I get, you’ll
slip me a Ziploc bag of almonds,
raisins, sesame sticks, unsalted
peanuts, a homemade trail mix.
Tired of confessional verse,
I’ll take from you a section of the news.
by Koh Jee Leong, author of Seven Studies for a Self Portrait, Bench Press