Turtle Creek

Resting on a muddy, crumbly embankment
nimblewills swaying in the breeze
lazily chewing on a piece of crabgrass
with a fishing pole between the knees
the barber-pole bobber creates little circlets
in the crick, giving it a pulse
a little flat stone thrown sideways hits:


  ( Skip )  


                  ( Skip )  

                        
                          ~Sploosh~