cricket on the side of the I-5 North
it lives its whole life
counting the loud metal passing by
and it dies
no creature hearing its song
insect
Poem #173
the quilter pushed her project
through the sewing machine
she was unaware of the beetle
the small beetle clung
to a pinned together seam in the fabric
the small beetle was unaware of the machine
the machine brought it’s needle down
into the fabric edges and the beetle
the machine was unaware of everything