No One's in a Hurry
The box elder bugs are on
both sides
of the glass. They appear to
be walking
across the sky. The window
is warm
and full of sunlight.
Crawling silhouettes,
tender antennae. No one's in
a hurry.
Two Japanese beetles, round
and curious,
appear out of nowhere . . .
Michael Judge
The Iowa Review Spring 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Michael Judge
All rights reserved.
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