Monday, July 28, 2008

Underground Adversaries

Summers swept slowly across the diameter of Yolo county.
Dirty moles clambered about in their playpens.
Our lawn was the chosen build site for moletropolis.
They got a fresh coat of wet on their roofs each morning which kept their burrows chilled.
We got the opportunity to play who'll-twist-their-ankles-first.
Bum deal.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

ouch.

@MiaBorja said...

i wasn't trying to be anonymous. the machine excerpt my choices. drats.

@MiaBorja said...

excerpted

@MiaBorja said...

ghosts in the machine.