SNAPSHOTS
Paul Weinman
This one squirrel would squirt
from his tunnelings in the snow
just shoot out about to its shoulders
small snapshots between its orange incisors.
It'd drop them there
just let them airwobble to the white.
I watched with binoculars.
When grety came, I'd go out in boots
collect the pictures ... set them to album.
The few I recognized were dead
(a cemetery adjoined that lot)
The others, I reproduced as 3-fold pamphlets
distributed them in local grocery stores
service stations and churches.
