flower – Elizabeth Oakley Weaver

Bugs

BUGS

did you see 
three green bugs
eating coffeecake flowers
& squirming on bellies
as they danced to the beat
of caramel kisses
from here to their hole?

Thank you to the editors of The Magnetic Poetry Book of Poetry for first publishing this poem.

Iris

Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.

Georgia O’Keeffe