Lap of the Whirl
for L.M.M.

used to shell her like peas
and she used to like it
and she used to let me

and she used to shell me
and I used to let her
would let her again

what way I wonder
to get back in the field
orange-colored onion sack to fill up

could run into wasp nests
could happen upon worms

but what joy to be had
like nothing else in this world

might have to resort to prophylactic against itch
this worrisome result
what world is she in

we’ve been apart so long
will we never meet again


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
12:04 p.m. 13.08.09