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Connections: September 30.17

In the center of this twiggy heap

you’ll spy a dot of red

it’s the littlest tiniest bug

yes, a bug is what I said!

The littlest tiniest busiest

scurrying as if crazed

HOLD STILL! I ordered grandly

but he raced about, unfazed.

I couldn’t count his legs

they were just a blur

I couldn’t see a wing

scale, feather or fur

so I think it was a bug

bright as cinnamon heart

harrumphing at out-sized humans

who seem not to be all that smart.

 

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Connections: September 7.17

What delicacies, what midnight snacks

are snugly hid away

to be brought out like popcorn

some barren winter day?

 

What culinary splendor

brined since last July

will extol in mid-December

the art of putting-by?

 

I recall our cellar of yore

almost as dark and dank

and I think I don’t want to know more

of what’s in their food bank.

 

 

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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