K. McB.

You exquisite chunk of mud

Kathleen — just like

any other chunk of mud!

— especially in April!

Curl up round their shoes

when they try to step on you,

spoil the polish!

I shall laugh till I am sick

at their amazement.

Do they expect the ground to be

always solid?

Give them the slip then;

let them sit in you;

soil their pants;

teach them a dignity

that is dignity, the dignity

of mud!

Lie basking in

the sun then — fast asleep!

Even become dust on occasion.