Poem: Muddy Field

 

Muddy Field

 

it’s been long since mammoths

sank to gouge this slurpy fold,

or the mud wolfed down a pterodactyl.

 

it harbors hints of those creatures

stashed among many other memorabilia:

a zoo Noah’s Ark never attained.

 

someday the mud will eat humans

and their flagrant vehicles too.

all those pockmarks from rubber soles,

and crosshatches of truck tread,

 

gone,

the whole kit and caboodle,

down into the mucky, incoherent maze.

 

and then, stoic yet prophetic, 

the mud, that palimpsest undramatic,

will smile without smiling

under damselflies over rust.

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7/13/24 eds

sole + soul