An Ode to Saturday
(in free verse)
I would rather do cartwheels
handsprings
triple toe loops and
quadruple axels
down a stretch of old asphalt
in the Arizona desert
in a bikini with
no sunscreen on this amazing
blindingly white
sun-resistant
Irish-Scottish-German-Cherokee-Sioux-Iroquois
already sunburned skin
in the scorching heat of
Mid-July
with no source of water nearby
with crowds of people watching
as the asphalt gives way to sharp gravel
and I end my
ill-advised gymnastic extravaganza
with a triple backflip-somersault-twist
and land in the splits
than clean one more thing in this house today.
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