Those Summer Days
by April Ardis Anderson
Face smeared in blackberry warpaint
Slinks about the forest discards
Of moss-rotted logs
And leaf blob-monsters
Present at the quagmire's edge.
He preys upon an elusive hunt:
Basted in slime and swamp ooze and
Gazing endlessly from the murky shore.
Letting loose a bold warcry
Warrior lunges forward
Merging with mud and muck
While amphibian struggles
To see sunlight again.
Filth caked hunter staggers to his feet
Badges of sand and dirt
Smeared haphazardly across both cheeks
Signify the honor of his triumph
For seizing the slippery creature.
An amorphous, thrashing clump
Caged by two hands
Is promptly rinsed to be rid of sediment
But held carefully
Then shoved into a gritty jean back-pocket.
Proud man and wary beast trek back
To concrete trail and copycat houses
Whereupon an indian princess
Of beauty, grace, and kindness
Greets him on the blacktop path
With a rosy dimpled smile.
Thrusting mighty hand in pocket
Hunter pulls forth the conquered prey
It's forearms resting armchair style
Upon thumb and pointer
While legs dangle lazily
Bright with ivory skin.
Together with startled critter
As to why his indian princess
And ran away.
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