Elegy For the Summertime Dirt Dauber
"Just how long have you believed the
wasps have it in for you?"... my psych therapist
He must be new in the neighborhood--
he wasn't told If he builds it, She will come.
Never mind he flies in the fast lane,
(no air controller needed), to decorate her wall
with his devil's daub for a family home
he's planned on high, where he imagines
it won't catch her eagle eye. But,
there's no site inconspicuous enough,
and she's surely woman enough,
to climb an eight foot ladder, bearing bucket
and sprays she's been hoarding for days
for emergencies like this. First, there's
a scrape with the shovel, then Clorox, then
a Tuffy to scruffy up his unsightly hovel.
There does NOT go the neighborhood--
he's gone for good. It's out damned spot,
she knows it's hot, but is here to swear
he'll seek homestead elsewhere.
for Dr. Ross
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2012
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