Upspring

i’m on Georgia turf, the land
of bless your heart,    pretense
   of the titillation of heat.

scurries the sun;         moon
damp on clothesline.
    burrowing bunny ears with
chocolate undergrowth.

    seeds just float away —
Spring ants on ready
  for full on assault -
red, black, small, sweet

       snacks, eyeing the path
   up the drain, backpacks
with chemical-scent
prepared to fill the queen’s orders.

moss suspended in animation -
                 vibrant hues imbued
                 with mosquito larvae.

oh what joy when Hotlanta dries
        and we run smack
   into the thugs
that arise from corners of
their nests.

   just in time for Easter
bless our Southern hearts
         with beasts that beat us
            to the melted bunny feast,

branches that grow
  overnight — a highway
for the squirrels.            eyes

                        will be on pretty petals
                        that overblossom —
the poet soaks
   in flooded rose
      and jonquil reservoir.

      flowery words swim
in the concentrated puddle
along with whirligig-ladybugs.

oh what fun, a slippery-slide
   into a momentous hatch —

   let me explain: a floodgate;
the Assyrian army.

3/5/2020

insectrainspringfree verse

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