a cloud of yellow and orange shrooms.
lying down out back
and front and sides.
Rod brought half a puff
Largest I've seen
They'll eat the other half
he says we'll see.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
a cloud of yellow and orange shrooms.
lying down out back
and front and sides.
Rod brought half a puff
Largest I've seen
They'll eat the other half
he says we'll see.
how many bites can we take?
their time has ended.
the nagging monster biters quit biting
around here they left with the heat.
to the South i imagine, with insect full bellies.
a mass retreat from Ohio north.
what a relief.
we're glad their gone, of course.
raindrops on the windows this morning
and a palmsize insect i think is a mantis.
the rest of the report is quiet ... wordless.
imagine not a whisper of a stir.