Carapace
what a strange thing to compare yourself to,
something that slips from water to land
tastes the sun, slipping into the muddy dark again
what a strange comparison
woman and reptile
warm and
cold blooded
things that carefully harbor their eggs
lets the sun run a hand of life
over their hearts
lead them to the backwaters
so they can grow into their shells
then fend for themselves=
Woman and reptile
deflecting the manjaws of living
retreating then snapping
wary eye on the dark beak of life.
A favorite backwood pond
rimmed with faries and such
a favorite log to rest upon,
(me?)
then what, a shadow comes along
then plunk-plink again
leaving purple ripples around this hungry hearts.
what a strangly brilliant thing to compare yourself to
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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