I forgot you were there, hiding
under winter's slow, grisly grip
only ten days into spring
you made your return, myriad mounds
pocking my pastures
dead center, in one of your proudest heaps,
I teased you with sweet pear, just to see your ranting red industry
though a tiny roach occupied half your tugging army, its only crimes
being live birth and waddling through your masses
I forgot you were there
hunkered in the wet, wormed soil
patient, until ninety and one degrees brought you
to the desiccating ground
you had not forgotten me, had you?
for you sent a special sentry from your brigades to find my foot,
and welt it with a welcome back kiss
in tomorrow‘s heat,
after the soldier’s scratching, martyred memory fades,
I will forget again, though winter
never does
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
I forgot you were there, hiding
under winter's slow, grisly grip
only ten days into spring
you made your return, myriad mounds
pocking my pastures
dead center, in one of your proudest heaps,
I teased you with sweet pear, just to see your ranting red industry
though a tiny roach occupied half your tugging army, its only crimes
being live birth and waddling through your masses
I forgot you were there
hunkered in the wet, wormed soil
patient, until ninety and one degrees brought you
to the desiccating ground
you had not forgotten me, had you?
for you sent a special sentry from your brigades to find my foot,
and welt it with a welcome back kiss
in tomorrow‘s heat,
after the soldier’s scratching, martyred memory fades,
I will forget again, though winter
never does
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