RESTLESS IN SPRING
Do not aspire to be a carefree mayfly
The mayfly lives just one day
And it might not be a good day
despite the sincere wishes
of the other mayflies
It might be black of sky with
pounding rain and birds
of relentless hunger
So you might consider moving on
and becoming a june bug
buried in the mud and secure
with your seventy loving eggs
until light penetrates the dark
and shrivels you up
What now? There are no
July bugs — You might
just try staying human