augury doggerel

Wednesday, February 19, 2003


And I do see a boar when I go out alone in the morning with a cup of tea into the woods. A branch breaks. I leave my cup on the path. Circle. Try to tiptoe while running in boots in snow on an uneven trail. My hard toes and his hard toes now thumping together. Then we're just a few paces apart and running in parallel. The boar looks at least my weight and has a huge roll of back. He looks like this.

And then he's gone and the pit band plays ta da and I'm his lovely assistant with the skimpy clothes.

Oh. My tea. Where is my tea?


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