Ethan Keller

A Hop, Skip, and a Jump

 

The Hop

 

Wake.

Snuggle.

Shower.

Organic chocolate milk breakfast.

A good week to kick caffeine.

No time to pray your advice.

Colors of joy lining corduroy pockets.

Electric spirit taps out technivangelization.

Live from the tip of electrode.

Living on a limb.

Balance like a pelican.

A frog hops across the wet highway.

A dog scrambles for snacks.

Smack me awake.

A few wrong turns.

Tethered to any road.

No map necessary.

The honored feed me.

 


The Skip

 

Wake.

Fly through space in an electric chair.

Swerve to avoid pheasant strut.

Fine feather.

A golden eagle zooms to intercept me.

Breaks left just in time.

Flashing me a glimpse of full wingspan underside.

Screamed at phone.

Recharge.

Rest.

Black/white bird w/ long tail.

OHM.

ATCQ.

EGO.

The gas pump shamed me.

“Ignominious.”

 

 

The Jump

 

Sleep. Cold.

Ball. Unfurl.

Charge.

Blessed mourning.

I-90 sunrise.

Stop.

Free chicken finger in Missoula.

Montana ginger ale.

Hair compliment.

Yodeling practice.

Stop.

Mom phone call.

So much love.

Shame just for me.

Shame x3.

“You see…”

EAGLE.

DANG.

I see you.

More generosity.

Spokane.

Spoke Cain.

Stop.

Blowout at 70mph.

Stop.

What a message.

Can’t get at donut.

Trooper saves the day.

Stop.

2 messages and a power inverter.

Stop.

What a mess.

Stop.

Back at car.

Dead gone.

Song of songs.

STAAAHHP.

Charge.

Trooper spitting chaw.

Les Schwab more speed.

Seattle rain.

Stop.

Headset guy in burgundy suit mangles wish you were here.

Showtime.

Stop time.

Share cider.

Talk.

Cat.

Yell myself to sleep cursing.

 

I had to try.

 

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Who on earth is not a junk collector?
Why should I hold on to my coat?
Birds don't trade seed for feathers.
They just keep moving.
Towards a fat red sun.

 

 

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