Of Sisters In-Law and Rodents

My wife's sister's like a squirrel, darting,
Twitching, smoking like a chimney, at
The mercy of a torrent of sensations
Which are too strong or too frequent
For her to consider or control. I do not
Like to be with her. How strange, then,
That, this afternoon, I watched a squirrel,
So like my wife's wretched sister, twitch
And dash from branch to branch, and dig
For acorns, gnaw and run, unhinged, it
Seemed, devoid of thought. Perhaps, if
Judi's eyes were bigger, if she had a bushy
Tail (and if she couldn't talk to me), I'd
Find her inoffensive, like that creature
In the tree.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-24 at 02:03

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