Weekend Words

A little early this week as I am going to Portland, OR this weekend. Hopefully to Powell's as well to get some new texts.

8/9/14

Grasshopper doesn’t stop snapping

as I walk past,

Content is he to defend his earthly prize

in the swaying towers of grasses

and clods of thirsty earth.

His metronome needed tuning, so I slapped

the mail stack against my thigh,

but I forgot;

the frequency gets turned up with the heat,

and I didn’t know the beat

for 85.

Grasshopper’s sassy legs may bring him trouble,

if he’s not careful, a bird

will end his jazz.