Ungraceful
Today I watched an insect die
An ant, with wings
Must be that time of year.
An ant, with wings
Must be that time of year.
It was tired, expired, done
but still it tried to fly
It had nothing else to do.
here an ant with wings
there salmon at river’s source
no more to live for
here a human gets old
hot flashes night sweats mood swings
ain’t giving up yet
oops, miscounted — take away “here” from the first line of the second stanza
Inspired by the New Beetle convertible I followed up the on-ramp, on this morning’s commute:
When driving around
the city and town
I sometimes meet a convertible
more often than not
they’ve raised up the top
to me, I find this lamentable
there is a proud few
the pure and the true
who know ‘rag-top’ is a call, is a tao
I salute my friend Jer
with the wind in his hair
and the sunshine bright on his brow
For Cheryl:
Yodelay hee hoo.
Yodel-effin’lay hee hoo.
Yodelay hee hoo.