Up the Goat Path
I zigzagged my way up the goat path to the cabin,
pushed my suitcase up the spiral stairs,
fell asleep to the buzz of cicadas.
Long past twilight, I woke to a lightning bug,
wondered how it got inside,
why in an empty room
the flashing was so insistent.
I fought sleep to admire its luminescence,
see whether the light would come closer. Dawn
revealed only the smoke alarm.
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Funny! how easily fooled we can be when
fogged by fatigue. You captured it so well.
You trick me in a good way. I laughed out loud when I got through the punch line. Thank you…
This is one of my favorite poems of LexPoMo so far! So much precisely compressed here
Too funny!