Gross Terrain (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #29)

Gross terrain is grass on its last wilt

that creeps into socks and scratches

the dampness in. Out, go: bending

yet tall: untrodden. Mud squirts back

to pale arms that sweat under August

sun; frozen by monsoon dusk dates

with mosqiutos and half-drunk fireflies;

but walk fast, good knave, trod, stumble-

crawl even against the marshes; for

even swamps of hell end; what more

the stoplights of your youth.

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