and Let Live
that is my motto
and so weeds
with pretty flowers
grow in my garden
wherever they like,
wild strawberries take over
the flower hill.
Sweeping my walk,
I knock a purple-weed flower.
Red beetles rain upon concrete steps.
I watch father, mother, older sister
scurry in the sweepings, then see
the tiniest speck of red, legs invisible
- a baby brother.
From a finger hole in the window shutter,
a wasp stares at me. I jiggle the shutter. The wasp crawls out.
I see the baby daddy long legs after
it is too late.
Three legs run in place,
his body pasted to the ground
I step with my rubber shoe sole.
Behind a sack of earth, I spy the
most colorful spider I have ever seen,
his wife and teenage daughter.
Father and mother refuse to leave.
Their daughter flees.
"You do not know my motto," I tell
"and you don't know my feelings."
I sweep around them, place a fresh
of earth in front of their nest.
Peeking, I see them moving in the
For the first time all morning, I
a bird is singing
in the hedge.
© Linda Lockett Eisele 2002