The Camel in Corvallis

I saw a two-humped camel today,

it was not a delusional belief,

a fantasy,

or hallucinatory experience,

not this time.

I wonder

how the camel came

to be a part of

my neighborhood,

as Oregon is not known for

its native dromedary or bactrian  (a word I use

to appear very smart, though I just learned it) population.

I wonder if he,

(my un-politically correct belief is he identifies as male,

though I have yet to ask him)

wonders the same

about me.

I like to think so.

I enjoy the idea

of our wonderings about each other

crossing paths

right here in the air above

West Hills Road.

I have a new fantasy memoir:

"Even Camels Can't Stop Thinking About Her."