Sidney Wade

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