She is slumming,
her white Chanel edged in black,
mud-splattered. Drying wings
flaunt her stained private parts.
She kicks off her heels, waddles
flat-footed on fallen arches,
soils her knickers in manure fields.
Black-webbed galoshes slap
the bog sponge. Her curl of neck
questions, folds and kinks,
a pneumatic drill foraging
between puddled furrows
for roots, grubs and worms.
She winters with dung birds,
mudhens and motley fowl of ill
repute on harvested cornfields
lacking still ponds to mirror
her sullied plumage,
three shades of loose.
Courtenay, BC, Canada
Dragonfly Review, Mentress Moon, Conspire
Winner of Sundress Poetry Slam,
Orpheus Fiction and Poetry Cafe, Hall of Fame Winner, Spring 2000
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