Sunday, May 4, 2014

heads or tails



Head or Tails

Each nickeled coin
recalls you

Young drakes
dunk, dive
chase
in predawn sport

Every silvered blade
conjures a pretty bird

Me, I’m brown and mottled   
dabbled in disguise
I secret the reeds
narrow my bore

How well I know
where this all leads

So, sinking the breadth
I snap my muzzled head 
to a puddled trail

Why not
Be in the sloppy
now--no matter how
wet          it is  
better
better than this

Still         you 
surface
in my wake

Always
sorrowed
predated
Thirsty
beyond belief