Those Summer Daysby April Ardis AndersonFace smeared in blackberry warpaint Slinks about the forest discards Of moss-rotted logs And leaf blob-monsters Present at the quagmire's edge. He preys upon an elusive hunt: Sun-baked bullfrogs Basted in slime and swamp ooze and Grinning with Key-holed eyes Gazing endlessly from the murky shore. Letting loose a bold warcry Warrior lunges forward Merging with mud and muck While amphibian struggles To see sunlight again. Filth caked hunter staggers to his feet Badges of sand and dirt Smeared haphazardly across both cheeks Signify the honor of his triumph For seizing the slippery creature. An amorphous, thrashing clump Caged by two hands Is promptly rinsed to be rid of sediment But held carefully Restrained Then shoved into a gritty jean back-pocket. Proud man and wary beast trek back To concrete trail and copycat houses Whereupon an indian princess Of beauty, grace, and kindness Greets him on the blacktop path With a rosy dimpled smile. Thrusting mighty hand in pocket Hunter pulls forth the conquered prey Bug-eyed and Still grinning It's forearms resting armchair style Upon thumb and pointer While legs dangle lazily Bright with ivory skin. Indian brave Left standing Together with startled critter Is puzzled As to why his indian princess Screamed And ran away. |
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