INSECTS No, not with you or any of my kind, But with a pair of coupling dragonflies, Spindles gun-blue with wings of filmy black, Will I embalm the last shreds of my mind. Let chrevroned grasshoppers in full green dress Parade in chaos where my body lies To show me off, and I'll salute them back While overflights of butterflies impress The spies among the reeds. Oh, let me take My leave of water striders as they row To keep their station, court in ripples, make Quick, bright-ringed shadows on the rock below, And fireflies, dancing on the edge of night, Flashing their itch against the fading light. --- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net ||: I wish I had never been born -- but who has such luck? Not one in ten thousand. :||
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