Teeth
4/10/13
Thank G-d for these teeth
To gate my wagging tongue
Dripping tall tales
Over famined common ground
Ponder the forecasted wind
The wreck on route 26
Encounters romantic past
Bemoan the fickle muse of exertion unfound
Poke a bloated cloud
And watch the rain begin
Let our tongues lap the puddles
Drawing equal parts stream and soot
Leave my stomach to clean the harvest
And my tongue to hang dry
Patch the cracks ‘tween my teeth
Of the gate opened by my foot