POEM OF THE DAY
Why I Want You: Beautiful Scruples
Because your sway scythed me
like the winter wheat harvested in June.
Because your eyes promise rain
to cool the sun-shocked days.
Because you make this farmer dance
like a devil in the dust of the drought.
Because you flood over sleep’s levees
like a big river after rainstorms.
Because you make me whisper,
Grandma, what beautiful scruples you have.
Dana Pattillo, 1988
(PoD 15)
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