On Wednesday I cut the grass.♦
Unwittingly, I brought a small,
languorous hornet into the house
on the cuff of my blue work shirt
and soon sustained a sting on my hand.
no great or
no harm done.
I flicked the hornet
to the floor and stomped on it.
Later, after reporting this event
to a friend, I reconsidered my
assertion of no harm done. I
began to realize that, from the
hornets perspective, the stomping
may well have seemed a
substantial harm indeed.
In a week saturated with political
potentialities, I also began to
contemplate the metaphorical
meaning of the deceased hornet
and its yet-to-be-encountered
somewhere in my lawn.