A sparrow swam better than I assumed one could.
It beat a minnow to the bloated worm that had lost its pigment
somewhere between last night's first signs of rain
and my morning struggle to fit into unmarked family galoshes.
When I finished the book I was pretending to read
I dropped it into the water, because perhaps
if that sparrow can swim, he can read just as well.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
i smiled.
jeremy. i love this so much you do not even know.
unmarked family galoshes is like, the homiest image ever
Post a Comment