with his newly minted M.B.A.
he furrowed into real estate and construction
to become a millionaire by twenty-seven
(thirty-two, at the latest

to retire at forty-two
and turn his attention to his true passion, geology
with no need to work for Big Oil
or the miners

assessed his risk factors
right out of college, and grinned

his gamble playing the bank
and maps

just who he tried to impress
when you have that tiger by the tail

they watched, all right
how you sweat in spurts

how sometimes a blue jay
sounds more sorrowful than strident
or a bulldozer

how the sixth race
can ruin everything

crashing down, in the wind


That’s what Woodpecker said.


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