Along the Wall of Campbellton Dam 2 of 2

(this is part 2, PSoup said it was too long) This painting can push No time to bend to pick my die up “I'll get it” I think “on my way back” I'm running again The end is in sight And a dog and a cop Flashing his lights "Better come down, sir" I barely hear him "That's not allowed, sir” “Who’s a good boy?” "Grrrr" "Not from these parts" I call in the din "I didn't know" "That's no excuse" "Was there a sign?" "Sign and a fence" "Prominent notice? Thank you for coming We must do this again" I turn and run back to my car Back where I parked Back where it's dry Back where there's work- able dirt in the ground Where living is easy And no cops around Where cement was for basements, my Legs are so dead There is my die somehow still lying there I try and focus And soon I am there I stoop to get it Pocket the die This may be my Luckiest day I stumble and find my shoe has untied The canvas is pulling The wind won't subside Don't want to trip I take mincing steps No time to stop The start is in view Think I can get Over the fence Back in my car And kick up the dust As I get on the road To where I come from.