No wind 
  the chrysalis 
       trembles 

bass  
picking bugs 
off the moon

passing ants touch antennae  i travel alone 

fireblackfly

comin’ for 
to carry me… 
a night of moths

church cemetery 
a wasp starts its nest 
in Mary’s hand

she lifts one child— 
the underwater years 
of dragonflies

capturing a butterfly the American in me 

one fly everywhere the heat

returning body bags 
my DNA 
in a mosquito

dog shit 
or me 
the fly doesn’t care

word of his death 
bees streaming out of a hole 
in my dictionary

an ant  
carries more than its weight—  
morning prayer

water strider— 
I still don’t believe 
in miracles

a pupa breaks down the lure of a quick fix 

just enough  
to leave an impression 
firefly

Watching butterflies 
The two sides 
Of my brain

spiderling 
 yr cocoon 
 my manuscript

a new hearing aid: 
adjusting it, she tunes in 
on crickets

night spiders armed with red pens

the smell  
of a crushed beetle 
the things that don’t change

white butterfly  
I’m also ready  
to surrender

father asks  
if it’s time to go —  
cricket song

more thunder  
ants do ant things  
to the peonies

potluck picnic 
we each bring our own 
swarm of gnats

the war awakens the face of an insect in the mirror

her side of the argument— 
ants spill out 
of the prodded lizard

his latest lies 
eye to eye 
with a praying mantis

power failure 
a deathwatch beetle 
clicks in the wall

a mosquito 
caught in my hair— 
scent of pine

dark of the moon 
the flavor of the hive 
in the honey