Tickle Bugs and Lucky Birds

Found glowing bright green

On my shiny black cage

Just this morning,


Tickle bug

Rode my hand all the way to work

Exploring beaded bracelets

Freckled flesh

Grandma’s marcasite ring

Tori Amos song lyrics.

He stayed all day

In my blue half cube

Perched on the yellow petals

Of a small sunflower.

Twice this month

On the way

Here and there

The heron who lives in our swamp

Has crossed our path.

These little odd creatures.

This crazy, horrible, wonderful life.

Your hand in mine.


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