blue morpho butterfly
Buick in ecstasy
so long without rain
This has been a week of frittering, taking refuge in very old stress relief habits of procrastination, compulsive grocery shopping, wandering around in Tuesday Morning, staring out at my patio jungle, and wondering why my ankles don't match. One is concave, and the other convex.
The hummingbirds are gone. Haven't seen one at the patio feeder in over a week. An anole has claimed their feeder.
Dad is fighting, slapping, kicking, and hitting the nurses and aides. Also me when I try to help out.
Overslept. Felt like growling quite a bit. The growl forming in my throat and maxillary sinuses, the ones behind my cheekbones. The teeth clenching. The squint taking over my eyes. Used the coffee grinder, and got the morning pot too strong.
The preschoolers learning insects call that a "Blue Martha butterfly". I can't help thinking of Stewart.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder