Category: insects
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21st Century Mother Goose
last night, you dreamed of a mud dauber wasp nest above the chamber door, papered corridors of babies waiting to bite, a Supreme Court packed with Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eaters and a blindfolded lady swinging her scale at a pinata filled with surprises (you hope she wins) 12-20-22
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Deep in the Detritus
Do you think the caterpillar in its cocoon upon the forest floor looked forward to being reborn with wings and sipping nectar through its nose. I much prefer their second life, but I cannot speak for them. 2-11-23
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Rock stars and groupies
(Poem written to the prompt, Cicadas) screaming in the night over here, over here Mojo rising looking for love seventeen years adolescence over hear my voice I’m famous now skin tight clothes strewn upon the stage any rock star will do screaming in the night 5-12-25
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Confessions of a feral poet
Mother did not want feral seeds to parachute into our yard and take root. She used to send me across the street to cut down milkweed that grew wild in the ditch. It was only later I learned monarch butterflies need feral milkweed to feed and breed and to lay their eggs upon. Now I…
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3 haikus for Spring’s first bumble bee
levitates nearby Charles Barkley of insects how’s that damn thing fly? yellow/black fuzz ball respect given – not taken miracle of flight Tinker Bell ain’t real do not f*** with me and I will not f*** with you 3-3-23
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Morning meditation
I hold my hands palm up, recite names of the Letters of the Living. count the Greatest Name on knuckles. Fly lands in my left hand. I don’t recall praying for companionship. 3-8-23
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after the equinox
On the second day of Spring 2 Baha, 180 B.E. Offer a prayer for a friend having surgery Go to the gym Buy Carol a strong, large coffee on the way home Take a walking meditation in the park Bumblebees imbibe at the Azalea Bush Bar Turtles sun themselves on a muddy beach No mallards,…
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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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Night stalks on cat feet
Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…
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Summertime
If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23
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