This is something silly I wrote.


It was hot out
the same heat as that week
we spent walking shoeless and lost
over sharp crags in northern Ontario
under an unforgiving sun.

It made me nervous
to think that the same thing
could possibly happen to us again
despite possessing a detailed trail map
and much better shoes.

Perhaps there won’t be
another massive outbreak of the virus
which drove us to the hills
the first time around to escape
terrifying hordes of zombies.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.


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