This entry is part 27 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


A few degrees above freezing,
and already the first gnats
have come back to life.

Insects have mastered
the most immaculate lifelessness,
deader than any corpse:

even ice
with its many knives
never gets a chance to grow.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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