Get Used To It
Wake up, even Monday the cup's still full, lettuce rosette-ing up between sandstone scraps by back steps where ladybugs swarm in to die or lay eggs, some say, death-march or birth-march looking about the same. The rust of barn-sides: different chemical effect than rust of oak-copse, burning with late fervor beyond reaped cornfields.
Copyright © 2011 by Margaret Young. Reprinted from Almond Town with the permission of Bright Hill Press.