this week
on tuesday afternoon
2b precise
a neon green GrassHopper
antennae twice as long as he
perched like an ornament
atop the champagne-colored hood
of my tercel
he stood transfixed four
long & curving miles
til underneath a pine tree
at the outermost corner
of the small shopping center's
blacktop lot
we stopped aslant three spots
I hopped out to the hood
& coaxed the bug onto a business card
I saw a glint of red along the green
as whiskers twitched
& tentatively
gratefully?
six spindly threadlike egs
ever so gingerly
released their suction grip
on the tercel
& mounted ivory stock
a short air portage
to the waiting pine
which sharply verdant needles
GrassHopper
disappeared.