In response to my last post, diarist Rachel Dickinson extended the exquisite corpse tradition by using the last line of my haiku to create this lovely one of her own:
Circling my night sky
are bats and nighthawks snatching
winged insects in flight.
Night Sky by Ha-Wee via Flickr
Coincidentally (is there really such a thing?), I had just read Rachel’s response and was on my way to teach a class when a swarm of small, green insects rose from the grass surrounding the sidewalk and engulfed me in their winged journey. Do I need any other excuse to keep the e.c. flying? I don’t think so. . . . All right, then. Here goes:
Winged insects in flight:
a swarm of green messengers
signals–what? Oh. . . . Life.