Yellow
Jacket
He
sat on the dashboard, in
the
sun tidying up, stroking
the
long antennae
as
if combing them into place.
Nothing
menacing but
looking
at the sturdy striped body with
the
undisclosed stinger was enough to
remind
me of the danger of small
quiet
things; those blended thoughts,
packed
full of their unexpected power
until
someone leans into them.
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