Now I Get It
Remember judge and you shall
For laughing in school, for being
Stupid and always wrong.
Penance like the scent of the sheep
Is slow O’ weary, its coat
A kind of fluff that goes up
In filament theory.
Your own life ahead follows you
Like a scientist posing as a shepherd.
Copyright @ 2014 by Fanny Howe. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on August 27, 2014.