Wednesday’s Poem

Grace Jacobs suggested this one today. It is a perfect one for this day. If you are looking for a poetry lift in your day, Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac is a great place to find it.

Poem: “Mud Season” by Alice N. Persons, from Never Say Never. © Moon Pie Press, 2004

Mud Season

After a brutal Maine winter

the world dissolves

in weak sunshine and water.

Mud sucks at your shoes.

It’s impossible to keep the floors

or the dogs clean.

Peeling layers of clothes like onion skins,

you emerge pale, root-like, a little dazed

by brighter light.

You haven’t looked at your legs

in months

and discover an alarming new geography

of veins and flaws.

Last year you scoffed at people

who got spray-tanned

but it’s starting to appeal.

Your only consolation is the company of others

who haven’t been to Nevis

or Boca Raton,

a pale army

of fellow radishes,

round onions,

long-underground tubers.



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