Entomology 2020

While I sat alone on a bench in the park

a red mite walked across

a page of Billy Collins poetry

I fail to see any humor in this violation

of my safe distancing – I don’t care

about his politics or need to be seen

Twenty-five years still remain on

this flesh-suit warranty and

I expect to get my money’s worth

I refuse to tolerate bug brain arrogance

crawl back under the rock you came from

or be crushed and brushed aside

4-17-20