Thursday, January 23, 2014

Not Without Honor

A Stink Bug is Not Without Honor
  Except in His Own Country
A small draft of apprehension comes
and goes like wind  disturbing  trees
itself unseen:  origin and destination
unknown,  serving  purposes of its own
measureable objectives beyond me:
branches & limbs  dip and  bow is all.  
My most stalwart pioneer: a  stink bug
tracking the surface of my window since
mid fall,  disappearing into the interior
for days &  showing up in surprise  to
navigate again up and down, back and  
forth across falling snow and  thrashing
Sustainable and resilient.  I meant to
squash him a week ago when he  landed
on my mouse but held off to see how
long   he’d last without deliverance.

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