Lesson #3
breathe deep through
your feet, only
antlers above goldenrod
purple ironweed
rattlesnake master
are those stilts or
birdhouse poles?
listening close
to day’s serrations
the pond no egrets
all turtles, insect
drone’s a good helmet
ok let’s go
Michael Sikkema is a poet, vispoet, amateur mycologist, bad collagist, and even worse drummer. He lives and works in West Michigan, surrounded by Great Lakes and scary religious beliefs. He has a chapbook, entitled Watch for Deer, forthcoming from Cul-de-Sac of Blood.