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Drive
Scott Heigel
A habit I picked up in Yellowstone,
Besides sleeping with
My friends’ boyfriends,
Was a penchant for going for drives
In the countryside
To wonder at natural forces –
Usually falling under the influence
Of some natural forces myself –
For while my body yearns
To connect to the throng,
The buzz of the city and
The release into culture it brings
My heart always pines for
Those wild and untamed places
Out in the vastness of this world
That have yet to be discovered and
The ancient ways still sing,
Whether it be out amidst
The geyser basin,
Windows open to feel the
Ejaculate of the earth,
Salty and warm like a man’s,
Stopping in the roadway as
The young elks learned to prance
And sing in bugled tones
Their tribal incantations,
Or just the ride home
From a frenetic night at work,
Basking in the placating glow of
A full moon lit like Times Square,
Rabbit a-driving away
The constellations