Ars Aquatica

by Aaron Eastley

Read a poem, whaduya get?
Mist, rain, fog, bogs
Leaves in puddles – anything wet –
Water watering regret.

Wet bats, wet rats,
Drowned gophers, dripping dogs
(Wet wolf-hounds, stuff like that)
Don’t like dogs? Make it a cat.

So long as it’s soaking, dripping with dew
Ultra-moist moss on sycamore logs
Darn it’s poetic, and it feels so true,
Sickening? – Yes. But whatcanya do?