june twenty-second
a turtle poem for saturday june twenty-second
it must be nice to be a turtle on a hot summer day
I seethe with jealousy knowing they have a pond in which to lay
New York is not hospitable to those who wish to swim
though I could sneak into a pool if I ever had the whim
But you know me, I’m shy, and I don’t like breaking rules
So I run a cold bath and soak my feet to stay cool
