An extreme sport for tropical gardeners?
Thrill Seeker
In darkened crack,
Of baked summer clay,
Reckless fingers delve,
Their gloomy hideaway.
Reaching for the wriggle,
A burst of scratchy feet,
Those bumpy serpent scales,
Sliding in retreat.
No cliffs to climb,
No racing track,
Just a garden tame,
With a darkened crack.
All words, images and fingers my own.
