The brown marmoset
stink bug rests
upon my deck
rigid in anticipation
as I
sweep him into
a pail of
soapy water
I could of course
crush him
squeeze out the
very juice of him
but
they aren’t called
stink bugs by
accident
tending a garden
isn’t easy
but when the monarch
sits against a
puddle of water
and the finches
munch on echinacea
seeds and the toad
scurries beneath the
fallen leaves
oh my heaven
she is beautiful
Fall 2021
