Collector

Caught
with my fingers
in my mouth,
I see you are here
to repossess Spring
for non-payment
for services rendered.

Once my mouth
is free of fingers,
I show you
the mailed check stub
but that holds
no water
with you.
And you quote
a line in Latin
from Ecclesiastes.

You suggest
I go back to eating
the scraps
that got me
through Winter.
You say I owe you
for the honey
I just licked
from my fingers.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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