december thirtieth
a turtle poem for monday december thirtieth
a turtle poem is a rambunctious thing
shake it like a magic eight ball and get 366 answers
varied temperamentally, helpful or not so
cryptic in their own obliquity but always quite earnest
in their cause
I am hoping for a turtle sighting in the spring
to see many armored bellies, yellow as a salamander’s
the sweetness of reunion doubles by the fact they go
as every natural part of earth is working to return us
to the pond
