Pogo Wasp by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


I walk outside the front door
and this wasp flies by.

Stops upright in mid-air
and then slowly backs its ass down
to the pavement like a car backing up.

Then it starts pogo dancing up and down.
At first, I think it has gone bonkers.
Then I see it is trying to drill down into the dirt
under the patio stone.

Look at that dancing pogo wasp!
I say to my wife.
I guess he listens to punk music
on his Waspman.

Did you just do that?
she says.

I Smudge grin
and tell her I did.

It must be one of those wasps that burrow
into the ground,
she says.

I concur
and tell her I have only seen carpenter bees burrow
and always with their front legs.

She agrees it is very strange.
We both take an extra wide circle
as we walk by.

© 2020 Ryan Quinn Flanagan


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Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, BlogNostics, The New York Quarterly, The Rye Whiskey Review, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.


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