Interrupted by Perpetual Anger by Edward Harsen
The insects have passed insistence
and are verging on malicious.
What are the pupal drosophilae
gleaning in a week that they
chew me?
Summer sunspot storms
accompany sudden shrieks since
cicadae have lost their calendar.
Their clouds return yearly,
strewing thumb-sized carcasses,
thrummed hollow.
And the sleepy bumble bees,
now simply mindful missiles,
fill my calf muscle with a serum
sickening enough to ground me,
buffalo-like and lowing.
Cherries rot on the counter
and the dog collects ticks.
Two locust tree shadows
turn to cool the pool water.
What am I forgetting?
©Edward Harsen 2012
Adriene
Ha, I like this. I’d like to hear about what is annoying about the other seasons! 😉
Ron
I enjoyed this Edward! Ah yes, the bugs of summer ;). Very visual and well written. The joy and angst of summer.
Be well.
Lisa
I don’t think you forgot anything Edward! Brilliant piece, very emotion evoking! Thank you for sharing it here!