Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXVIII
This week, post a poem of that isn't necessarily your favorite, but it's a favorite of those who read you. Winner is decided by likes and us. As usual, 25 bucks is paid to the winner. Go.
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At Wolf Cave, McCormick’s Creek, July 2014
Maria gabbed the whole time
we wriggled through the black—
which was good because
cool and slimy as it was—
I broke into a sweat
and began to hyperventilate.
Maybe kids love such worming
because kids are Tiktaaliks,
and have tough elbows and knees,
or just know the dank black home
we can no longer fathom.