an annoying click click click follows me
on my evening stroll
I stand
one foot suspended
like a riverbank heron
pluck the offending goat head
from the bottom of my shoe
tiny New Mexico monster
held gingerly
between forefinger and thumb
a stowaway
now 827 miles from home
with a flick
it disappears into lush lawn
foreign devil in an unexpecting land
I remember moving here from OK at the beginning of the 7th grade. I took my bicycle to the park across the street. Promptly got a flat. Fixed it and went back, another flat tire toot suite. My neighbor told me about goat heads. Went to the hardware store bought a couple of thorn resistant tubes and ... problem solved.
Ps, is this your picture? I love it!!
Oh, you did not! Gasp