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Sunday, 20 December 2009 08:54What kind of squirrel wouldn't love to hoard
His acorns in recesses of the wood
Where sun's not bright, but something slanted toward
Dark leafmeal shadows? None, for if he could,
The musky forest would securely hide
The cache, the body of his wealth, for good,
Until he'd go and get them. If he eyed
His secret hermit nuts, could he afford
The time to bring them to the world outside?
---L.
His acorns in recesses of the wood
Where sun's not bright, but something slanted toward
Dark leafmeal shadows? None, for if he could,
The musky forest would securely hide
The cache, the body of his wealth, for good,
Until he'd go and get them. If he eyed
His secret hermit nuts, could he afford
The time to bring them to the world outside?
—20 November 2002
The workshop assignment was "A 9-line poem. Use one of these words per line, in the order given: love, recesses, bright, dark, musky, body, go, hermit, world. Use each word only once in the poem. Any form, but at least 3 feet or 6 syllables per line."---L.