Poem of the Month: The Tick

 

The Tick

 

 

 

 

 

The tick waits

at the very tip
of a long grass
her weight bends low
in a graceful arc.

The tick waits

flat bellied
with strong legs
in delicate grasp
of profound patience.

The tick waits

keeps her poise
the vigil of desire
in deep silent shade
or back-cracking sun.

The tick waits

for someone warm-blooded
to brush unknown against
her optimistic body
and carry her home.

 

“The Tick” was published in the magazine Beyond Doggerel, Tillandsia Press, Auburn, AL, volume 1, #2, fall 1996.

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