dune buggy

many miles beyond the caves,
my right heel started chanting a mantra
that was unfamiliar and off key.
my thumb found a ride with randy,
a sax player from st.louis..
he told me of the oldest place to stay
in florence..dropped me at ragan's..
now the lighthouse..

florence and the next few beach townes
are the play ground for many a buggy,
jet ski and recreation vehicular!

osprey delight in the blue upward,
crows with large sticks and strands
of string won't budge if your watching;
their nest will wait!
kingfishers diving..
ducks, loons and geese!
..a mecca for the feathered ones.

the olde cement bridge across the siuslaw
has walk ways on either side..
the brilliance of the sun herself
offers a good day for walking..
except...this morning..
somehow, i cannot seem to muster up
my ear to ear grin..
it is not radiating
from my heart chakra...
must be plugged up!

down the road, i take a ride with kevin.
junior, the pit bull keeps us company!
his car had been stolen,
which accounts for the fact
that it is barely wired together..
kevin is 25,
has had 13 jobs since he was thirteen..
is a 4 time felon with a plea bargain
awaiting a court date that will set him free.
he shows me two newspaper articles
about 18 people busted for drugs..
about 8 more people busted for drugs..
pure speculation on my part ..
i wonder if these had something to do
with his bargain..???

he drops me on this side of north bend
(i give him a hug; encouraging him to stay clean)
and start walking all the way to/through coos bay!
lots of over sized tires on over sized trucks
with young drivers and rowdy pipes..

one more ride gets me to bandon;
this time with tim
who loves to hunt and fish..
and chew tobacco.
elk?
i leave him with a charm
that will
detour his arrow
and hook!

enough buggy for now!