In Praise of the Insects that Remain Hidden in the Grass
by J. Estanislao Lopez
published in LEON Literary Review, Issue #18: Poetry, 2020
A wren fetches one last serving of insects in the yard as dusk stirs competing appetites.
Some insects attempt to fly away not knowing they’ve played themselves
straight into the wren’s mouth; others stay hidden under damp knots of grass.
I rise from my chair, where I had been making a meal of my regrets. I leave
the wet shelter of shame, spreading wings of self-forgiveness. I mistake the blankness
of the air for freedom.
