The grasshopper
lucid green under the midday son
upon the yellow and black
-the iridescent standee
that splits the road in two
with the fortitude of a monk
the green grasshopper
meditates upon the
general passage of traffic
on a busy afternoon
from the vantage point
that separates departure from arrival
ants marching in and out
to the minefield, to the racecourse
to the forge, foundry and factory shop
to the laboratory and the newsroom
all to the temple upon the hill
where they are saving up for the winter,
during the spring of their lives
the grass hopper
in a time lapse
like the rain glazed, red wheelbarrow
of William C Williams
beside the white chicken
-so much depends on it.
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