rag mountain

i have new hiking
boots, she says
over the phone.
they're brown and
lace up almost to
my knees. very strong
and sturdy boots.
great i tell her.
that's swell. let's
go hike rag mountain,
she adds on.
i hesitate, then
say, for what?
because it's fun,
she says. and i
say. is there coffee,
do we have to drive
to get there, what
about the bathrooms,
are there wild
bears roaming about.
how long will it take?
can you fall off and die?
she says, you are such
a girl. and i say,
i'm not, but yes,
i'd rather go shopping
at nordstroms, i hear
there's an all day
sale on italian
coats, and black slacks.
i could use a new
pair of brown shoes
too, the ones i have
are a tad tight
in the toes.