14,038. VOLE

VOLE

It's an early riser to a rite of

Spring where the flowers send 

stalks through the ground. The

same crowd that was roiled by

Stravinsky gets roiled by me.

I sit near this roadside stream

and watch the water roll by.

A strange and indulgent form

of wildlife, indeed, is present.

I think I see a vole; and I don't

even know what a vole is.

Fast and little, is all I know;

and not often above ground

at all.