Whimbrel Whimbrel

Kin to the limpkin,   she whimpers when primping,   wears rimless eyeglasses   for skimming her primer   on swimming. She splashes   through grasses amassing   her ration of shrimp,   and stands, a fat ampersand,   on the sandpaper strand   making eyes at a snipe,   fanning the passions   of the sandpiper nations.

Jun 7, 2011 / Books & the Arts / Sidney Wade