True or False Bugs in Little Summer & Other Tales of Incomplete Metamorphosis

Not gonna be about holy rollers
going at it outside a tavern
on a Sunday morning.

Not gonna try to define this 24 hour
heatwave in October
after a killing frost
saying that other thing

Not gonna capture one image
of a late season lady
beetle on the fence
with a thousand words

Not gonna measure
a life’s worth
with a sounding line or hug.

Not gonna say never say never.
Not gonna say never forget
having already forgotten why.

Gonna rest
on this buoy
for a spell.

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