ã Jennifer Giandalone, October 30, 2002
Oh,
You again!
So
soon?
You
flirt your skirts of gray
Smugly
sprinkling sparkles of wonder upon
Windrows.
Pale
toe-headed chaff
The
baler left behind.
Livestock
Grows
fuzzy, reluctant
To
venture outside.
Stay
inside
Where
air smells faintly of molasses
Rather
than rampaging
Through
nostrils moist with life heat.
How
fortunate for cows!
They
can lick their noses and keep their tongues.
Unlike
unwitting children who
Taste
frost crystals on lamp poles.
You,
up there!
Hello.