Grasshopper on
Glass
Waiting for the
shop to open,
I espied a great
grey grasshopper,
Blown by some
quirk of December wind,
Upon the sepia
glass of the unopened shop.
It was alive,
This magnificent
locust,
This child of
the desert,
This Biblical
character,
This subject of
story and song.
It was alive,
and
Moved its
perfect mandible
As if to put all
doubt at rest,
Flexing its
wonderful joints,
Bringing up to
its curious mouth,
Some unseen
creature,
Which it did
consume.
--December 20,
2013
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