Living Here For Fifteen Years 2009

By arlenecorwin

Living Here For Fifteen Years

 Living here for fifteen years

And never noticed

Insects that I notice now.

Is it s sign? Compassion new?

It’s May,

The garden full of miss-mash shades

And hues and textured heights.

A spider – cute

Adorable, minute;

Purple gr-ellow butterflies

I cannot differentiate

From petals.

Small, thick, fat, flat beetles,

Black-brown or iridescent:

Purple this year’s fashion.

Ants so busy

I am forced to dance to walk.

Small ones harmless, big ones menace,

Coming, going in their rows (so orderly).

What are they doing?

Is the world of insects working,

Birthing, screwing?

Flies have started landing

In the dishwater, where

I am forced to scoop and rescue,

Spontaneous resource a spoon.

Sad each time I miss or fail.

One second late, and flailing ceases.

Insect-sadness, doesn’t last.

I cannot let it.

This year reels around,

Feels much more insect-live

And still it’s May.

 

© Living Here For Fifteen Years 5.24.2009

Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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