shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jeanne Lutz


What Is In The Slough?

garter snakes in a breeding ball are in it
a dance hall for cattails
crusty muskrat guts
and what looks like the armpit of a bear
but turns out to be uncle gordy's toupee from the family reunion of '04
a silver guilded reliquary in the shape of a hand is in it
a turtle with spots on its shell that stand for the starry sky
and hoof prints following a stampede
my favorite boots from my favorite rain are in it
the memory of your ruffled hair in bed
all the petty defeats I've ever taken in the chin
and a hoi polloi of frogs calling to everyone passing
which is no one
come in come in