Category: insects
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You are not born a butterfly
You are not born a butterfly …bright and shiney – floating on the wind You were born a worm …crawling in the dirt – devouring, devouring, devouring Before you craved the sky 3-10-25
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anti-malarial tanka
heavy air morning single drop breaks pond surface no wind, almost rain brown duck spreads wings flies away I wish the skeeters would, too 6-30-23
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manic monday
Two ants, one from the east, one from the west, Scurrying back and forth on a fence rail Following chemical signposts on an invisible highway Left by those who came before Searching for something that leads to treasure That they can carry back to their hill They meet in the middle, circle one another, Exchange…
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Festival’s last day
children are up early they always are life’s a big adventure sit and listen in your camp chair somewhere someone strums a guitar flute plays in distance stage hands remove tarps fold and put away vendors gather, talk with new friends cicadas console one another PATIENCE… they’ll be gone tomorrow 8-20-23
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snake’s head
dancing in the grass reptile tail tattoo moves in rhythm up and down her spine snake’s head somewhere below beltline no questions asked no answers given 8-20-23
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Georgia morning haiku
at our daughter’s place insects sing to wind in trees crows argue in woods 8-5-23
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Of the pond
still water mirror reflects the sky insects drone birds are quiet swallowtail glints yellow in the sun dragonfly skims weeds along the shore breeze flees hot morning waits for evening to return 7-25-23
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Sundown
light hangs on the rim of the sky bullfrogs call back and forth along the pond, tree frogs chatter in the foliage mosquitoes have become vampires clouds grumble about the heat and promise rain desperate cicadas scream come find me; I don’t want to die alone 7-21-23
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haiku for a dead cicada
cicada carcass no more late night mating calls eat, sing, breed and die 7-16-23
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hot summer morning haiku
lovelorn insects sing piercing songs of want and need fragrant tea grows cold 7-9-23
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