Christian Langworthy

A Grasshopper Life

Grasshopper hopping from the brittle grass,
leg-sprung—flung hip-high onto hot cement—
your sidewalk legs waltzing, flaunting a hint
of happenings. I see you now! —hopper—
how grasslike your wings fanning this Sunday
afternoon while the day whittles down.

Hopper, climbing that blade of sun flying
into tomorrow, roosting until dusk

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