Two beetles that look like ladybugs, stretched
Red and spotted, but gaunt and elegant like
Very wealthy ladies from a big city
Their extra long antennae flexing, unable to be still
Though they move nothing else.
Buds covered in hair which seems like fuzz if I am not looking at the bugs
Through a magnifying glass so my perspective shifts
Hard for me to say if they will open into flowers,
Or leaves, or perhaps they have already failed to develop,
This shape their full destiny before an eventual fall.
This is where the wasp lands.
Aphids. Maybe. Something small and herding.
The crowd and silence feels domesticated
And therefore dulled in comparison.
A jumping thing that looks like the aphids,
It comes and goes, skittish
So perhaps it does not count.
A proper ladybug, round, spots semi-symmetrical
As in almost, but not quite
If you look close, similar to someone both
Near-sighted and profoundly nearsighted
Each eye troubling the face distinctly
It follows the red veins of the leaf
Unhurriedly, but unwilling to trespass
On the field of green.
The first set of beetles, now fucking,
If that’s what insects do,
Atop the buds that have not opened.
The milkweed, too, unfurls into summer
That will explode on the winds by fall
In the closeup recountenance, context obscured
Island of the miraculous and unloved,
The corner lot next to the Rite Aid.
Shana Ross is a poet and playwright with a BA and MBA from Yale University. She bought her first computer working the graveyard shift in a wind chime factory. Her writing career went dormant for years, for reasons both practical and best discussed in therapy, but she makes a respectable living as a consultant, executive coach, and global leadership expert. In 2018 she dyed her hair purple and is starting to turn all that around. This decade her work has been published in or is forthcoming from Anapest Journal, Anatolios Magazine, Apricity Press, Chautauqua Journal, Ghost City Review, The Hellebore, Indolent Press’ What Rough Beast project, Mad Scientist Journal, metafore, SHANTIH Journal, Street Light Press, The Sunlight Press, Voice of Eve, and Writers Resist.