Thursday, March 12, 2015

In Just--mud

In Just--
(not quite but almost) 
spring   when the world is mud-
luscious the little 
rushed   vacuum-man 

rumbles        whoosh          and whirr

and dustydried mud comes
rushing up from rugs and
carpets and it's


and my driveway is a mud-pit
(and don't even ask about my
and rugs
and floors) 

in just--
(not quite but almost)

(With apologies to e.e. cummings.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The justice aspect is intended by the poet to lie flat, against the tired grain. In my view.