~Peck Cheek. Suckle Neck. ~
Sundown moths,
intent as bees,
pounce, pounce upon
your lilac trees.
I miss
the horse
in your pasture.
Fish
in your pond.
Cow
in your freezer.
Strolling Main Street,
I scan curb and sidewalk
for wayward nickel, dime, or quarter;
settle for the pick-a-penny bend,
as sundown men,
buck and finger-rich,
pounce, pounce upon your lilac skin,
peck cheek. Suckle neck.
'the horse in your pasture.
'the horse
in your pasture.
Fish
in your pond.
Cow
in your freezer.' makes one think