TRICYCLIST AND A TURTLE
Minnesota
snapping turtles
clutched by little cities
are wet busts of moonstone
wreathed in scum,
the gray self sugared,
half a lot
of granite
phlegm stopped
upon a chaise longue,
that incoming
pod of him
dunked,
thorny hooves aswim.
Lichen licked him,
then he quivered
in the stem,
and ...