What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

9/16
Sonnets From Other Lives: Gus

Don't you love this trail--that skyline rimmed with peaks
like some enormous dragon's lower jaw?
Used to come here every three-four weeks
but now I'm too damn old.  First time I saw
this place was with the 10th Mountain Division.
World War II--we trained on Mt. Rainier.
Lots of us after the war made it our mission
to hike & climb & ski the mountains here.
We were the wild men of the Beckey era.
We swarmed the peaks & bars.  Made first ascents
all up & down the Cascades & Sierras
in  army surplus wool & canvas tents.
So as you hike these mountains think on this my friend:
Wherever you go--Ive already been.
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