‌The creature

I still walk with them, After dinner or after tea When sunny dry wind flies

Long-draped with wet weeds Deep

Where sticky bugs walk

And reedy grass splits the air Walk I.

I still pass with them, Canvas road to Austin Lodge

Orange rind through tan fields A ratted burnt barn

Flaps

To the beat of us passing In steps of two and two Pass I.

I still lie with them,

Where a farm wall meets the road A spot where Dads sit

And kick grit and spilt corn Drops

Where the ears lie

So fills the burrow where Lie I

Listening.

February 3, 2016