Drainage Ditch
Not too much said ‘bout a
Drainage Ditch
‘cept spring you have frogs
and come Indian Summer
they morphose to toads.
Rains drying up does it.
Makes those ditches no
better than the land they’re
banked on. Plain parched.
Headless cattails. Water
spiders long played out.
Cress gone to seed, tastes
like pepper. Like watching
the end of the world –
worse since who or what
gives a damn for ditches?
‘cept critters and farmers.
Farmers and critters. Slow.
Farmers carve those ditches
and critters sow plants
and stitch the banks. Why?
Water. Nothing more than
water. Fertile water.
Leaves and dries those frogs
to toads. Come late fall
those frogs morphose a
second time.
‘cept I haven’t figured out
what to. But I know the
rains snowing up does it.
- mcackerson
Copyright © Mark Ackerson | Year Posted 2015
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