by Russell Libby
Twelve different gas stations along my drive home,
Only one below $4 a gallon, one last day,
And there's a huge snapping turtle,
Head up, mouth open,
Later two box turtles scratching in the roadside sand.
On this last day of cheap gas,
The eons-old biological clock keeps time by the sun.
Russell Libby writes from Three Sisters Farm in Mount Vernon, Maine. His book Balance: A Late Pastoral was published by Blackberry Press in 2007.
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