Friday, June 1, 2007

Poetry Thursday(a week later) "River"


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
in the thick
of long-stalked
cow parsnip leaves
held palms up,
concealing sly
muskrat goings on.

No comments: