12 May 2005 | Vol. 5, No. 1
Ice Chips
All squirrels should
have minty fresh
breath or at least take
a trip down the
river at Devil's Elbow
somewhere in the
middle of Missouri on a
hot July day. Canoes
and BBQ smell up
the faded metal with
rust and the scent of
decay where boats
could barely make the
elbow bend. Motorcycles do
it much better. Leather
vests, cowboy boots.
The bottles fit nice in
the silver bucket as the
river gazes down her
tank top, right at his
button fly jeans. They
take the peppermints
when offered leaving
the toothpicks untouched
rolling around in the breeze.
About the author:
LB Sedlacek's poems have been published in Inkburns, Poet's Canvas, Grit, sidereality, Circle Magazine, Blue Collar Review, Hurricane Review, Poems Niederngasse, and Stray Dog. LB's chapbooks include Alexandra's Wreck (Kitty Litter Press). LB can be reached online at .
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