The Bucket List
The nuts and
bolts in my bucket
list are
starting to rust. It’s time
to tidy
up and be more practical
than I
was at twenty-nine.
The
double barreled over and under
shotgun I
never bought and the Grand
Teton I planned
to climb are,
like me, expendable
and can go,
as well
as the telescope I wanted
to set up
in the backyard in case
there
were new stars to find.
This
morning I read where a group
of hikers
climbed Idaho
peak, Mount Borah
it off their
bucket list. I will erase
mountain higher
than my head,
save them
for another life or time.
So what
remains on my short list
for the
short while after eighty
I have
left? A diet? No, my flesh
and
trousers seem to be loosening
on their
own. A trip around
the
world? Magellan tried that
once but
got buried halfway
out and
never made it home.
After the
podiatrist took my toenails
some
suggested for safety sake
I should wear
steel-toed boots.
Last night
stubbing my way
to the
bathroom through the dark
I thought
that might be not be
a bad
idea to put in a bucket list,
just in
case I have to kick mine.
—Donnell
Hunter
10
March 2012
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