BUG POEM #2





All right, this is obvious
I'm writing this right after the other
There is a locust on my thumb
Too much

Does every bug want a poem?
What a magnificent creature
Transmutations and formations
Unbelievable

So why won't mosquitos
Leave me alone?
Maybe they're pushing
For their own poem

Patience teaches the locust
So casually she sits
Observing my intent
Unalarmed

I will try to have her stay
On this page where nature calls
If she stays I'll write more
If not, goodbye

Back writing again
For here she still sits
Grinning

I'll go back to simple observance
No more words
They bore us

Expressions lack
When the universe
Presents
Bug poem
Again
~





DBrown Fisher
© June 1999

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