Bait Poem by Peter Neil Carroll
Bait
Canvas backs cackle after sex
and smoothly swim apart. Trees
still bare, the woods don't filter
light. Green is greener, flesh
fleshier. Speechless deer stare
at the humping geese. We're all bait
for a passing creature. I hesitate
to approach strangers, afraid
to startle someone I may want to eat.
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sex,woods
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