Backyard's Getting Bigger

[Southern Scarab]

Maybe because this is in the "For Fun" forum, but I just can't seem to see the title as anything other than "my booty is getting bigger." And this lends itself to a very different reading of the poem, with all the talk of creeks and bushes, and all. Ha. I think I have a weird brain

Tick bath.

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Lovely piece. Although the tenses of the first three lines feel weird: have you passed, implying, but in a weirder sounding way than did you pass, that the passage is already done; and of course, the next line; but then that next line, will you carry, as if their passage hasn't already begun, and the speaker is asking her conversation to go back and get another. Or is the journey still yet to proceed -- in which case, the first two lines would claim the error.

And then the next three lines -- perhaps the speaker and her conversation are coming from different places? or, in the end, are passing away through different ways? I get the I'ms, but the my in my trail is what throws me off. The whole lack of clarity, of a true position in time and space, throws me off. Otherwise, again, lovely piece.

Oh, and I'd put that italicized intro to the post's end, if I were you -- it reads too much like the beginning of the poem.

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And entomological note: I don't think your avatar is an actual scarab, its forewings are not elytra. Perhaps a cicada?

Thank you, that was extremely helpful :

And you're right, it is a cicada. They're my absolute favorite. One day I was ranting about their mating cycles, how they hibernate and re-awaken in prime numbered years, and my father called them 'southern scarabs.' I thought that was pretty apt. They're just so *sigh

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Maybe because this is in the "For Fun" forum, but I just can't seem to see the title as anything other than "my booty is getting bigger." And this lends itself to a very different reading of the poem, with all the talk of creeks and bushes, and all. Ha. I think I have a weird brain

Yikes, noted