That night I dreamed I met a Sasquatch named Yellow Bud
Foot. He was waiting on a path near a wedding
at Plymouth Rock. I threw cold baked potatoes at the cave
of his mouth. He sang a poem of gratitude, “Wait.
Remember old Yellow Foot when you travel this knot
again.” The place where I walked in the dream was a knotted
path on Flower Mountain. My life, likewise, may
be a fascinatingly strange movie. I wait
and watch the scenes unfold, unravel, bud
and progress.
Details
- Publication Date
- Jun 18, 2018
- Language
- English
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Rustin Larson
Specifications
- Pages
- 116
- Binding
- Perfect Bound
- Interior Color
- Black & White
- Dimensions
- US Trade (6 x 9 in / 152 x 229 mm)