Friday, June 1, 2007

Poetry Thursday(a week later) "River"

SLOUGH DANCE

In the low
slung stillness
of the Spring
sprung air,
the slick-wet muskrat
humps bump-backed
along the edge
of the muck
muddled slough. I follow

furtively, he slip-slides
down-bank, losing me
tangentially
in the thick
of long-stalked
cow parsnip leaves
held palms up,
concealing sly
muskrat goings on.

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