Metaphoric
I’m a riddle, too, in ten syllables.
A mouse. A nook, the corner of a niche.
A ladybug lugging forty-six spots.
O rodent, O insect, O small crevice!
This wet crumb swims in an ocean of milk.
Shiny copper coin in a dim damp vault.
I’m a bullet shot from a Derringer,
An inch, a cameo, a calf in cow,
That midnight whistle from the boiler room,
That passenger riding the nine-town train.
pacificREVIEW, 2007
