September 1, 2007

Natural History

                   A speckled bug,
                   starling iridescent sheen,
                   indigo, pulsates abdominally
                   in the leaf’s
                   unconscious shade.

                   In tiny scrabbly fits
                   it probes subatomic localities;
                   sips ether,
                   tasting molecules.

                  Toward my impending eye,
                  an admiring Volkswagen,
                  it pauses and casts a lacquered glance.
                  It’s binary appraisal
                  libels love,
                  and it deftly darts away,
                  returning the world to exile.