mine

I could maybe walk or crawl eventually I'll fly right up on a ray of sunlight right up to the sky I can see the way ahead I see where I need to go I'm going to climb I'm going to fly I'll do everything I know and then the day will be mine ~  

two insect asides

the movement I saw from the corner of my eye was a black-spot white-winged cabbage butterfly it flew lazy above the red-flower bed fluttered toward pink then went mauve instead ~ the bees on the bottlebrush are in a love affair erotically they’re rubbing sticky stamens everywhere but like any common drunkard it’s staggering to … Continue reading two insect asides