That beetle I saw
while I weeded in the lush and
neglected flower bed -
I parted the growth to pull up
the tall grasses, weed them out
And there was
moving over the cloddy ground
every leg using everything it knew,
through tall stems of weeds and
under a high canopy of perennial flowers
in bloom -
He had a portfolio tucked under
By his walk
it was plain he carriedall the secrets of his clanwith him.
A field of memories too big to leave behind
sent him out.And here he has found his field of plenty.
It's whereI do my gardening.
I'll say this:
I won't be the one toshut this beetle out ofwhat was promised since the rocks began to stand stilland the windbrought it?s first soothing songs on the air.
If there is any rejoicing herewe will all do it together.
In the shadow of grasses of valerian geum foxglove and wild yellow buttercups amid mint and sweet woodruff,
beetle goes along.
The afternoon light warms the path he has taken,and I hear picnic talk - and
if I listen long enoughI can hear small accordions.
The stories they go home with!