Roman

Jarlsberg

For the squirrel,
Norse cheese unfurls
nut and nut and hardness.
Give a grape a sharp of same,
sweet goes up a tree.
Repeat in shards, for these cards
hold only as long as it takes
to place a toothy bet.
I was raised on stakes,
a tent kid, builder of shelter,
reader of maps. 
Today, my toils are coiled
indoors and at the feet
of a triangle brick of milk.