One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover. <br />Another how to slip my hand under her Sunday skirt. <br />Another how to kiss with a mouth full of blackberries. <br />Another how to catch fireflies in jar after dark. <br /> <br />Here is a stable with a single black mare <br />And the proof of God's existence riding in a red nightgown. <br />Devil's child--or whatever she was? <br />Having the nerve to ask me to go get her a whip.<br /><br />Charles Simic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-in-the-country/
