Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Collateral Labyrinth

All eight species of grass in the yard
fail under the umbrella of the maple,
and in unimpeded Kinderhook spring rain
mud now bubbles around the flat
black stones joined at the red brick wall.

These days our old dog legs north,
so I set those blocks to stand
in wet moss where roots knot up,
wobbling my best guess at a gait
to tread in the maze onward.