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.
