Bear Traps Poem by John W. McEwers

What is it with you and the ankle grabbing?
It's like I'm walking through a forest of the trees of our times
Spent talking of tomorrow's dreams and promises not yet bearly broken.
Stubbly pebbles and dried up conifer spines confuse my feet, unprepared.
I could walk into a tree trunk in this maze.
It might be better than the ways these days that your forest dark speeches cause a daze.
And in my confusion comes a snapping on my ankle
like the jaws of life but not so hero helpful.
It is you that placed it here, this bear trap.
It is you that caused me to roar.